[IC]Threadfall: High Reaches - OVER!

[medigel]

HURRICANE WING QUEEN'S WING
Efrideet of White Asuracath
[18] [20] [15] [10] []
HP: 12/15
Status Effect:

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XP:
Target Accuracy: 6 (+5)
Flame Length: 6 (+1)
General Stamina: 6 (+1)
General Agility: 6 (+1)
Between Accuracy: 6
Pain Resilience: 9
Instinct: 8
Luck: 6 (+2)

The white's muscles flexed not from any movement, but from boredom. As someone who believed any obstacle could be overcome through pure force of will, to be face with the reality of her own limits was infuriating. And while Efrideet did her best to try and negate the restlessness, she couldn't help but share in some of the frustration. At least it's safer here, she tried to point out.

I DO NOT WANT SAFETY. I WANT TO BURN IT ALL.  

[medigel]

HURRICANE WING QUEEN'S WING
Efrideet of White Asuracath
[18] [20] [15] [10] [17]
HP: 12/15
Status Effect:

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XP:
Target Accuracy: 6 (+5)
Flame Length: 6 (+1)
General Stamina: 6 (+1)
General Agility: 6 (+1)
Between Accuracy: 6
Pain Resilience: 9
Instinct: 8
Luck: 6 (+2)

But there was a second truth neither could deny: they could not stop every bit of Thread.

A handful blew past them with a sudden gust of wind, and the white bugled her challenge and tried to follow after. But there was no safe place to flame it down, and the Thread was quickly out of their reach. Asuracath snarled.  

[Meepfur]

What else? Nadry didn't...she didn't know exactly, she just felt wretched! Having to think about it slowed her sobbing. They'd dropped a bag of firestone, but that wasn't any good reason to cry, and they'd underthrown another and gotten that very big blue scored - would they complain to V'mel? Would they be talked to about that, too? They'd made too many mistakes today, mistakes they couldn't afford to make if anyone was ever going to take them seriously. They had to be better than bronze and other brown pairs to even stand a chance at being thought of equally one day. And so what if C'ryn and Aresoth's straps had broken, too? They were allowed to make mistakes, and at least C'ryn hadn't cried about it.

What if she really was just a silly girl, and not a hero after all? And that was only what she realized she was feeling, not the general stress of weyrlinghood or the buried threat that none of them liked to dwell on, that they wouldn't all make it through this. Or beyond. "What if- What if I'm not good enough?"

Menankith creeled sadly as she thought and said it, and lifted his heavy head to nose gently at her. That's not true. It was only a bad day. You are allowed to have bad days.

And Menankith looked awful and his wing was sore and she should have stopped at the Healers, but...but she would really rather just be here. But that wasn't fair, he really ought to be seen to-

Hush. Cynosuth's will look later. I will be fine.

That should have been reassuring, but the thought of non-Ichta visitors was...not. Though it was a thought she didn't have long to linger on before dragons started keening, and her heart froze. Who...?

demon_pachabel

 

[houllow]

BURNING ACES WING
A'ye of Green Oyath
HP: 20/2 = 18
Status Effect: None

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XP: +2[BA] +6[TA] +1[PR] +1[STA] +1[LK]
Target Accuracy: 6 +6
Flame Length: 6
General Stamina: 6 +1
General Agility: 10
Between Accuracy: 6 +2
Pain Resilience: 7 +1
Instinct: 6
Luck: 6 +1

FLYING SECOND WAVE
Low-Altitude

No. Oyath felt it strongly in her body, strongly in her blood and in her bones. She'd never openly been a dragon to talk about family, as it didn't seem to matter to most their pedigree, but deep within she'd always valued where she came from. She was a proud daughter of Eveleth, and those who were shelled before and after her were her proud siblings. She was glad to fly alongside several of them in her wing, some older and some younger, though not once would she ever mention such a thing to them. They did not need to know of her deep love, or her deep pride. If they were anything like her they'd say they didn't care and brush her off, but it was understood. She always hoped they understood.

No. There was a sudden loss in her hearts, a sudden ache as she turned her head towards where the Green had vanished after so valiantly protecting their beloved mother. Her youngest sister, a soft and sweet Green who carried the fire and pride of their Dam with her so well. A dragon and rider pair who didn't even think twice about protecting what mattered, even if it meant death. Zurath.....

She began to keen for the dragon lost, as her rider mourned the rider. She was a wingmate, a friend. She had so much in front of her, so much behind her, and now it was all gone. A bit to his lip had him trying to steel his thoughts, even as his dragon cried out. Her flames would burn hotter for a while, her mood would temper from the pain of loss to the rage of revenge.

But for now, Cheza and Zurath were gone.

It was not fair.  

[baby_gwing]

Tsunami Wing
Ka'n of brown Zarelth (Round 4, Day 1, Roll 2/5)
HP: 38 - 5 - 6 + 10 = 37
Status Effect: Fatigue for next 3 turns (3/3)
XP: +4 to Flame Length
Target Accuracy: 8
Flame Length: 7 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 11
General Stamina: 7
General Agility: 6
Between Accuracy: 6
Pain Resilience: 7
Instinct: 6
Luck: 6

It was evident from their progress in catching up with the rest of their wingmates that Zarelth was almost back to his old self as he said he would be. Spotting a patch of thread ahead of them, the brown dived in and rendered the thread harmless with a breath of flames.
 

[demon_pachabel]

Ichta leaned back at Nadry's question, both of her brows raised as she carefully tucked the girl's hair behind one ear. She selected her words very carefully in answering; "You are doing wonderfully, Nadry. Your progress isn't made out of only good moment, and even things like this will mean something better someday." She hoped it came out the way she meant it - after all, she had figured out she was really good at not being good at words. G'ran was a testament of that.

But her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of dragons keening - a noise she'd come to hate at their blooding. Yet Aurinkoth didn't even lift his head from where it sat previously against his brothers. Who is it, love? she asked, and Aurinkoth filtered through the sad sounds of dragon minds to find an answer, offering a ray of sunny support and love over every mind he touched as he did so.

Zurath and her Cheza. the blue informed her - and Menankith. Ichta, briefly, wondered if she'd ever met either, before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes to send a thought out after them. "Not one of Ours, but one of ours." she hoped her way of stressing the words would make it clear enough.

Meepfur

 

[baby_gwing]

Tsunami Wing
Ka'n of brown Zarelth (Round 4, Day 1, Roll 3/5)
HP: 38 - 5 - 6 + 10 = 37
Status Effect:
XP: +4 to Flame Length, + 1 to Luck
Target Accuracy: 8
Flame Length: 7 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 11
General Stamina: 7
General Agility: 6
Between Accuracy: 6
Pain Resilience: 7
Instinct: 6
Luck: 6 + 1 = 7

< Think we can get that blasted thing as well? > Zarelth gestured towards another falling clump of thread that was located a good distance away from their current position. "Why not? Just go for it. Flame away big guy." Ka'n responded encouragingly, more than eager to get back at the thread for the injuries that they sustained earlier.
 

[baby_gwing]

Tsunami Wing
Ka'n of brown Zarelth (Round 4, Day 1, Roll 4/5)
HP: 38 - 5 - 6 + 10 - 2 = 35
Status Effect:
XP: +4 to Flame Length, + 1 to Luck
Target Accuracy: 8
Flame Length: 7 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 11
General Stamina: 7
General Agility: 6
Between Accuracy: 6
Pain Resilience: 7
Instinct: 6
Luck: 6 + 1 = 7

< Strong winds incoming. Hang on... > Zarelth warned as he switched his flight path to try to avoid the unpredictability of the windblown thread that was around them. It proved to be a difficult task for a dragon as large as him. So much so that despite his best efforts at avoiding them, he still wound up getting part of his wingsail scored in the end.
 

[baby_gwing]

Tsunami Wing
Ka'n of brown Zarelth (Round 4, Day 1, Roll 5/5)
HP: 38 - 5 - 6 + 10 - 2 = 35
Status Effect:
XP: +4 to Flame Length, + 1 to Luck, + 3 to Stamina
Target Accuracy: 8
Flame Length: 7 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 11
General Stamina: 7 + 3 = 10
General Agility: 6
Between Accuracy: 6
Pain Resilience: 7
Instinct: 6
Luck: 6 + 1 = 7

"Are you alright? Should we turn back to get those injuries looked at?" Ka'n asked as he glanced about him to try to assess the severity of Zarelth's wounds and determine if they needed a healer stat. < Hold onto your horses Mine. We're not done here yet. > Zarelth snorted as he spun in the air and blew a trail of flames to take out another clump of thread.
 

[Meepfur]

Menankith huffed out a warm breath and Nadry - and, by extension, Ichta - before he laid his head next to his brother's again. Would it not have disturbed the young women, he might have inched closer to Aurinkoth, although neither one was in the best of shape for cuddles, anyway. Even in the midst of the keening, he felt...marginally better. Ichta's presence was soothing to His, and as her despair quieted, there was less of it bleeding through their bond, leaving him better able to begin sorting his own feelings.

Nadry couldn't help but feel deep relief upon being told that the keening wasn't for one of theirs, nor could she help the faint guilt she felt for her relief when someone, somewhere, was surely weeping for the lost pair while they - and others - thought to themselves 'at least they weren't Ours.' The brownrider miserably pointed out the obvious, and what had been haunting most of them since their blooding: "It could have been."

It still could be. The Fall wasn't over yet, and in coming down early, they'd left a gap for the others to cover. What if that made the difference? What if...

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[Meepfur]

Harbingers Wing
M'yk of Brown Dobrokhoth
HP: 24+10=34/37
Status Effect: N/A
XP: (+6 base; +5 to distribute)
Target Accuracy: 7
Flame Length: 6
General Stamina: 6
General Agility: 6
Between Accuracy: 6
Pain Resilience: 7
Instinct: 8
Luck: 7

When the keening went up and Dobrokhoth joined, the pale brown supplied M'yk with the names of the fallen almost immediately, before he could worry overlong about who it might be. No one they knew on any kind of personal level, but still...a proud child of Eveleth, of the Weyr, who had died bravely and well. But they could not linger on the loss overlong, not now - as they turned their attention back to the fight, they noticed a wingmate in danger, and Dobrokhoth cried out a warning.

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