This thread is for all RP to happen that is NOT taking place in the Threadfighting threads! The location here is the Western Weyr Bowl, and is where white, green, and blueriders waiting to join in the fight wait; it is also where healers, dragonhealers, and goldriders not tapped to fight this Fall are waiting so they might help comfort and care for the injured. Thisi s for all RP happening outside of the Fighting Wings--your riders may RP in this thread pre-Fall, upon their return, or after Fall finishes. Non-Riders in the Weyr may also RP here. Riders who are returning due to injury will use this Thread to roll their Healing Grid.
Threadfall is not expected to fall directly over the Weyr so temporary tents and triage locations have been set up in the Bowl for easier access to riders and dragons. There are large tabs for riders to be dunked, large pots and jars full of numbweed, redwort, and even vials of fellis all readily available.
Junior weyrlings (if any) and Candidates will be under strict guidance to roll bandages, bring out more beds, change sheets, clean sheets, bag up extra firestone, carry firestone sacks to their pickup location, etc. as well as assist when asked. No matter their former craft or experience or age, Candidates will not be assisting healers or dragon healers-- NO EXCEPTIONS! This is purely because right now it's life-or-death and one minute too long, one moment's hesitation, could be deadly. Candidates are not their former crafter selves, so the only thing they should be doing is staying out from underfoot.
Any trouble brewing or Candidate who thinks they know better will be in serious trouble. No matter if they were a journeyman before Candidacy, they are a Candidate or Weyrling, and their job is not to be a Big Damn Hero and get in the way.
For any riders who have some formal craft training in healing, and whose dragons are either grounded or retired from fighting, you MAY be on hand to help assist the actual healers. Please note, though, that you are under their jurisdiction and order.
If you're not sure what your non-rider, Candidate, or character would be doing, please reach out to Cheri or Uta and we can help you out!
OOCly please understand that even if there aren't any PC Healers or Dragonhealers, Western Weyr has A TON of them. Your wounded rider will NOT be ignored or neglected; if no one is around to RP the scene with you, you'll just have to write it yourself with some NPC or just assume they are being cared for. Please do not claim your injured rider or dragon is being ignored for that is outright false and not how Weyrs work.
Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 10:03 pm
Western Weyr Threadfall!
Thread will begin over the territories of Sun Dust Hold and Redoubt, falling over the deserts and the minor holds that make it home. It will directly over Western Hold, as well as some of the plains, and end somewhere over the northern and eastern jungles of Paradise Falls Hold.
Location: Western Continent Weyr Western Weyr Flight Type: Solo -- Western Weyr Only Time: 4 hour Fall Rotations: All greens & blues will switch with their backups at 1200 or as needed. Whites will rotate every hour or as needed.
Wings will rotate altitudes every hour, and will rotate "down". So Low Altitude riders will switch up with the High Altitude riders, to do some near constant flaming of thread. Mid Altitude riders will switch with the Low Altitude riders, to replenish their stone, feed their dragon more stone, and have less Thread to worry about, but more gusts, and loose strands/patches. High Altitude riders will move to the Mid Altitudes, which requires more technique, but less constant flaming.. Current altitude assignments are as follows and will switch every hour meaning each Wing will fight every altitude level once, and one altitude level twice.
High Altitude: Flame's Fury Mid Altitude: Star Flame Low Altitude: Fire Storm
Note: The Queen's Wing comes together as one large Wing for Threadfall. This fall will be lead by Hestina and Treth and Elysia and Sheyoth, jointly. Hestina and Treth will take command with Elysia and Sheyoth as their Seconds the first half, while Elysia will take over as Wingleader once Hestina and Treth depart. Faroe & Neliath will be backup should anything happen to Sheyoth.
If you're in need of replenished firestone, as there are currently no weyrlings of age, non-gold riders in the Queen's Wing are prepared to get it to you! OOCly, folks can make up an NPC that helps them out!
Holds & Territories Effected:
Weather Forecast: A low is moving down from the north. Depending on the timing of the system, and how hot the morning and early-afternoon get, the riders might find themselves in the path of some gusty weather. The system is predicted to bring rain and storms but will likely happen later in the day, post-Fall. It also depends on how much moisture is brought up from the ocean. Hot and muggy meeting cool and dry can lead to severe weather and strong gusts. Riders best be cautious! As the day progresses and the land heats up, beware of sudden or surprise thermals. Windy conditions are expected throughout all of Thread! If you're lucky, rain will be plentiful and drown Thread, but even still, they will fight on, as the storm can stop anytime.
Fall Type: Projected to be heavy fall that comes down in sheets. The windier conditions get, the more those sheets will turn into mass clumps and tangles, so riders will be in a mess of it. Individual strands are likely to be blown about, so take caution and be alert!
Fall Difficulty: Moderate to High. Fly with extreme caution.
Weyrleader Hestina's Comments: "Some of you will not see this Fall through. Some of you may never again rise to Pern's defense. But each of you, each of us has a duty to ensure that no matter how strong the winds may blow, no matter how much Thread may fall, Western stands defended! Fight now, riders of Western Weyr! And know that if you should make the ultimate sacrifice, it will not be in vain."
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Uta & Cherie Will Announce When Fall Begins!
For now, feel free to RP your characters preparing to launch, making last minute checks, and feeding their dragons firestone. Kiss your loved ones goodbye,or kiss your crushes if you've the nerve, cause it's gonna get real heavy, real quick.
Also, white, blue, and green riders, decide now which ones will be First Wave and which ones will be Second Wave. First Wave will start off the first two hours, Second Wave will cover the Third and Fourth hours.
If you've got any characters you want to participate, better get them finished soon! You can always toss them in during Second Wave too. Threadfall will officially begin the next few days. Not sure when as it might depend on how slammed I get at work, haha. I'd suspect Thursday or Friday for First Wave / Wings to go up!
Pency always got the jitters before Threadfall. He probably always would no matter how many runs he did. And as much as he tried to conceal it in public, it was impossible for his dragon not to notice, from their bond revealing the man’s almost obsessive mental recitation of formations to the physical feeling of his fingers trembling as he scratched the blue’s headknobs. It was silly, but Pency always prayed for a second wave position. He could reason it as “Thread is now half gone so now it’s just the clean up and so much less stressing.”
It didn’t always work, but he clung to it nonetheless.
Rekamuth interrupted his anxious thoughts with his usual garrulous self. < Did you remember that it’s been a decade now? > he asked. < Ten whole turns since last month, remember? Ten whole turns since I plucked you off the ground. > His eyes danced merrily at the memory. < Isn’t that funny? >
Pency didn’t see how it was, but he humored the blue and grunted in agreement.
< We should celebrate~ > And Rekamuth had a particularly hedonistic list of possibilities that made his rider push his head away with a sigh.
Zallea’s ritualistic howling/hyping was underway. Most already knew to give her a wide berth when preparing for Threadfall for this reason. Illyriath’s straps had been checked and tightened, her firestone bag was secure, and there wasn’t much left to do now except wait for the call to go.
But Zallea was not a patient woman. Strutting (not pacing) the immediate area, she was more than happy to thump a hand on a shoulder and chatter much too loudly while they were all grounded, or flirt to break the tension. Anything to kill time until she could go fight. Illyriath stretched as she waited, also not a fan of standing still, and idly scraped her lengthy claws against the ground as if ready to physically charge Thread like a mad beast.
HP: 26/26 Status Effect: None. XP: Target Accuracy: 3 Flame Length: 2 General Stamina: 2 General Agility: 3 Between Accuracy: 4 Pain Resilience: 2 Instinct: 3 Luck: 2
By all reports, today's Fall would be brutal. Strong winds and thread in sheets, undoubtedly to twist into clumps large and deadly enough to rip dragons and their riders from the skies. There was no time for hesitation, no time for fear. D'mar was not what anyone would call a hero—he was far too self-serving to merit that lofty title, too greedy in his motivations. What he was however, was a survivor. A survivor with a want to rise up, to make a name for himself, to feed his ego and snatch the recognition he felt he and his dragon were due, simply by virtue of their existence. To that end, he would fight with the best of them, throw himself against the enemy that was thread, and scorch it from the sky for all to see.
Beside him, Strigonth purred with pleasure at his rider's thoughts. Yes, of course they would shine like stars amid the chaff of their wing and Weyr's other riders, though they would play the congenial teammates as far as anyone else knew. The danger itself was real, they both knew that very well. Some among their ranks would never return to Western, or do so in such shape that they never would take to the skies again. But it would not be the pair of them, oh no. They were too composed, too driven. Too important to fall like any common dragon, nameless beyond their final day. We will show them all our worth, my dear D'mar. Make them see us with eyes full of wonder and awe, the blue crooned, coiling close to lightly tap his snout to his rider's temple. Huge and glittering, the dragon's eye whirled deep green-blue, trailing over his beloved rider...to someone else standing nearby, its colors swirling to amused brighter shades, all shot through and streaked with purple. Though perhaps some among them have had the sense to think thus of us... of you already, hmm?
The dragon's teasing tone was all it took for D'mar to know who'd caught Strigonth's eye, and the young man grimaced slightly, clamping down tight on the burst of emotion that threatened to bubble forth—a strange, almost coy shyness mixed with an unfamiliar avidity was forced and bent into the shape of muted disinterest, and he pointedly let his eyes slide onto and then over the man's figure as he crossed their path there in the bowl. No time for hesitation, Strigonth, you know that; no time for fear or distraction...
HP: 25/25 Status Effect: None. XP: Target Accuracy: 5 Flame Length: 5 General Stamina: 5 General Agility: 5 Between Accuracy: 5 Pain Resilience: 4 Instinct: 4 Luck: 4
It was happening again. Each and every time thread fell, it was like G’ar was living in a nightmare world. His wonderful, amazing, precious Marasemeth forced to face danger and injury... Of course the blue dragon was determined to do his part, and they both knew their duty, but that didn’t make it any easier. Any less dangerous.
G’ar had triple and quadruple checked their straps by the time the wings began to form up in the bowl; he’d checked the straps, the firestone bag, the blue’s teeth and claws and wings, the weather reports, his notes on Fire Storm’s formations, and lastly his own fighting leathers, going over each piece of the puzzle like a machine with no other function. It was going to be a rough fall, by all reports—he didn’t want to take chances on top of that. They were flying second wave today... so he had plenty of time to check them all again as well.
We should at least wish them well, my G’ar... The blue’s tender-hearted longing came creeping in around the corners of G’ar’s almost manic testing of the straps once more. Guilt was the man’s reaponse, and timid silent agreement. In truth he’d not spared a thought for K’tos or Minoth that morning, his every thought consumed by what-ifs and worst-case imaginings for Marasemeth. I will be fine. You always protect me. Come on G’ar—they’ll be up there the whole time, and we have to wish them well... just in case, okay? Then we can review the weather estimates again?
With a sigh the man bobbed his head, then scanned about, pink-cheeked for the Weyrsecond. There they are... Minoth! The blue called out, a faint, half-trumpet, half-creel to the larger brown, nearly jogging over to bump his head against the other's, crooning softly with eyes full of purples and whites. Fly safe up there, okay? My G'ar says the winds might be bad... please come back safe? It took the rider a few moments more to approach his own counterpart, and he stood back, tucked against his blue for a long instant as if torn by indecision. Eventually some choice seemed to be made however, and he pulled away from Marasemeth's side to yank K'tos into a fierce, near-desperate embrace. He'd never let himself grow close to anyone but Marasemeth, never had room in his heart for anyone but the blue. But not anymore, apparently.
HP: 20/20 Status Effect: None. XP: 5 Target Accuracy: 4 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 6 Between Accuracy: 4 Pain Resilience: 5 Instinct: 5 Luck: 5
Another day, another battle. For all the hustle and bustle, the hand-wringing and fretful faces in the Weyrbowl today, L'an and Alcherath were a tiny oasis of total calm. At a glance it almost seemed that neither the rider, scruffy golden hair already looking wind-blown beneath the glass-and-leather band of his goggles, nor the dragon, glittering and freshly oiled in her straps, quite realized what was going on. All around them their wingmates and flightmates hustled to prepare, calling out to each other in words of encouragement or warning... but not this one pair. They prepared with an almost lackadaisical methodical pace, the man's hands flowing through practiced motions even when his gaze and focus were elsewhere. The dragon, a small little green, though larger than some, was staring upwards with pale green-blue eyes, her mouth hung just slightly open as if in a sort of bemused awe at the sight of the swirling clouds rolling in off the sea ahead of the oncoming weather.
HP: 44/44 Status Effect: None. XP: 5 Target Accuracy: 5 Flame Length: 6 General Stamina: 5 General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 4 Pain Resilience: 5 Instinct: 4 Luck: 4
They had to fight well today. There was no other option, as far as A'iel was concerned. He and Nasath had arrived promptly, falling into their assigned position (and A'iel had had to fight not to automatically head towards where Fire Storm was gathering, nearly flinching when he'd remembered and instead curved their flight towards Star Flame instead) and setting about handling their final checks. There was no room for error, no margin they could miss when the Fall came thick and heavy—not that they shirked when it blew light and easy either, but now more than ever they had to focus, and had to prove themselves. Again.
I don't know why you worry. It isn't your fault that the Weyr's failed to see your worth. It isn't your fault that that brown went and got us demoted, though I can't say I won't mind not having to fly behind his ugly tailforks anymore, the bronze rumbled, flicking a disparaging glance towards where Phylideth stood. In his mind their transfer to Star Flame had been a blessing. He'd much rather follow a white's command than Phylideth's. A'iel scowled to himself at the bronze's lack of respect, tugging the straps a bit tighter than was needed, buckling them firmly into place against Nasath's glittering hide. I worry because we've made a mess of things lately. The whole last turn or two, really. Even though we've been flying well, that doesn't make up for it. Not yet. We've got no room to talk, given that Phylideth isn't the one who lost his position, AND he's not the one who cost us ours. His mental tone brooked no argument, and the huge bronze creeled slightly, instantly remorseful at having upset his rider enough to be scolded.
But... for all that A'iel preached focus and discipline, something nagged at the back of his mind. Unbidden he found his eyes scanning the crowds of wingriders as he finished checking the firestone sack slung against Nasath's shoulder. Looking for a certain shade of blue hide—and curly black hair. Khandjith wouldn't be there... not yet, still not yet, to the blue's displeasure... but to his surprise (though not really, he thought a moment later) he caught a glimpse of Taiena as she wove towards the healing stations, her back to him. With no small spark of guilt—hadn't he just told Nasath to focus, and put aside his personal troubles?—he crept slowly around the bronze's flank, hesitating... and then taking off after her, his small frame darting between other riders as they prepared their mounts, calling out to her as he approached. "Taiena...!" He raised a hand to hail her, slowing to a near standstill as he closed the distance... and realized he had no idea what he'd meant to do once he'd caught her, his sharp interest twisting into something half-embarrassed, half-hopeful in his chest.
HP: 17/17 Status Effect: None. XP: 5 Target Accuracy: 5 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 7 Between Accuracy: 5 Pain Resilience: 4 Instinct: 4 Luck: 4
So... Amna had lied.
It really was only a little lie, a white lie—and the appropriateness of that being her choice of action was not lost on her—and one that was for the better when it came down to it. S'dan, for all that he was a lovely fellow, a perfect sort of companion to suit her style (though he still had Zunulth's ire, and really probably always would), was... not exactly what anyone would call prompt. Always fifteen, twenty, thirty minutes late, he'd been reprimanded more than once, but it never seemed to make much difference, to really penetrate his head and spur him into showing up on time. It was a good thing he was really an expert threadfighter, as his skills had helped smooth over his shortcomings (latecomings, rather), but Amba knew it was only a matter of time before he got himself and his bronze into real trouble.
So she had lied. She’d told her unpunctual companion-lover that the wings were gathering a full half hour earlier than they really were, and then hung about, cajoling and wheedling at him that thy were bound to be late, until he’d finally managed to join them in heading to the bowl. Zunulth had been convinced to go along with the farce, though not without his share of grumbles. For all that they had all of them rather enjoyed the last turn and more in each other’s company, the little white dragon still felt convinced that S’dan was just not up to snuff to play the part of anything more than a simple friend to his rider. His habit of turning up delinquent when time mattered was just more proof of it.
Still, he could never deny his rider her desires, and as he swooped down to the bowl just ahead of the much bulkier bronze, he could not help but feel pleased with the results of Amna’s ploy. Well done. Seems he can be trained with enough effort... From astride him, Amna gave his neck a teasing slap, shaking her head and then craning back to smile across the gap at S’dan. “Looks like we’re just on time after all...!”
HP: 26/26 Status Effect: None. XP: 5 Target Accuracy: 4 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 4 Pain Resilience: 4 Instinct: 6 Luck: 7
It was a new situation, to have a firelizard when the time came to prepare for threadfall. Perfect, who had behaved much as her namesake since she'd impressed some weeks ago upon that distant beach, had become frightfully unhappy in the hours leading up to Fall's approach, her tiny gem-like yes winking red, then gray, and finally stark white in terror as the front drew near. Findith, usually also calm but determined to fight (thread being the only thing that seemed to get under her skin in all the world) had been nearly beside herself with worry over the miniature version of herself, and it had made the whole morning a bit of a mess compared to the usual grudging routine it most often was.
Now that they were down in the bowl, it took both of Wione's hands to hold the little green tight to keep her from flapping about and screeching herself hoarse. I'd thought the Weyr's firelizards all flocked together during thread, you know, like wild ones do? Of course it was little use asking Findith about it, for as much as she adored her tiny 'cousin', she knew as little or less about them than her rider did. The green ducked her head to croon at Perfect in her rider's hands, buying them a brief moment of respite from the little thing's panicked trembling. Perhaps because she is still young? I don't think thread has fallen since she hatched like it will today. A few light falls are nothing like a real battle... Atop her back, Wione frowned, pink lips puckering into a pout. Poor little thing... But Findith was right. This Fall was reported to be a bad one... the worst they'd had in a while. Maybe Perfect was picking up on her own desire to skip it, to not have to be there, to be safe from pain and effort...
Beneath her, Findith huffed just slightly, and Wione sighed, pulling one hand from the creeling firelizard to pat the green's neck. I know, I know... we have to. Doesn't mean I have to enjoy it though. It's not my instinct to fight, you know! Still, something had to be done about Perfect. She could tell her to hide in their Weyr... but that might still be a bit scary for the tiny thing. And Wione would never forgive herself if the little darling panicked and tried to leap to her mid-battle and was hurt. Maybe we could tell her to go to your friend... You know, he keeps firelizards as well. She would have company, and he'd know how to handle her...
That, of course, sounded like a wonderful idea to Wione, and without a moment's hesitation she firmly guided Perfect to leap up, flutter into the air, and wink away between to go find Azrael. Hopefully he wouldn't mind too terribly much keeping an eye on her, wherever on Pern he was... The task done, the woman sat back in her straps and pouted again. Why couldn't she go hide away with Az too? It just wasn't fair... Though at least now her heart was racing at the thought of him and not the pending battle. That was something at least.
BastetAmun
@Az—no need to reply since he's not here, just a head-up that Wione's dumping her flitter on him to babysit. XD Not terribly considerate of her...
Jacquol - Candidate Threadfall didn't carry quite the weight to a candidate as it did to a rider—though really, maybe that was just Jackie. Her peers had all seemed grim-faced and stern when she'd woken up, as if they themselves would be rising to join in flaming down the thread, and not just sitting on the sidelines and doing a slightly quicker paced version of certain of their usual chores. Sure, some day with any luck they'd all be up there atop their dragons, but not today. And sure, they all knew someone who would be up there, fighting and in danger... but there wasn't much they could do, and really, there was danger everywhere. That, she felt, was part of what made it all so much like an adventure. She'd charged into battle before with sword and dagger, and she assumed this was probably similar, or even better, given those fighting would be using dragonfire to do it. As the hour drew near, her heart did begin to race... but with excitement, and not terror.
Her grin was fit to split her face as she sauntered across the bowl's sandy surface to stand before Ambrin, her hands on her hips and a glitter of mischief and keen interest in her eyes as she looked the brownrider over. "Beylith's looking fighting fit, huh? Think you'll come back with some flashy new scars?" The thought of him being scored didn't frighten her, not really. She was young enough yet to still be full of the heady feeling of imagined immortality, and it extended, in her mind, to those dearest to her. He might come home to her bloodied and sweaty, but he'd come home whole, she was sure, triumphant and gorgeous in his victory. "I'll kiss them all better if you do, but I guess you should try to avoid thread if you can, huh?"
Without pause she sidled up closer, arms winding about the blonde man to loosely hold him—for all that she adored him, she wasn't the clingy type. Neither of them really were. One hand ever-so-casually slipped around back to tuck into the back pocket of his trousers... and then back out, leaving something small and flat but hard behind, one eye winking brightly as she popped up on her tiptoes for a kiss or ten. "For good luck, heart-stealer; I'll be waiting when you get back."
Teiha
@Ambrin/Beylith
Meztli - Candidate For all that Meztli's typical attitude was one of enjoyment, of relaxation that was inherent to one who'd grown up in a place like Black Sands or Rivercrest (and they'd come up in both), threadfall still made them nervous. Anxious and stressed, it still felt like all they could do, should be doing, was hiding away in the deepest part of the Weyr and staying way out of sight and reach of thread until the danger was past. Fighting thread was exactly the sort of messy, sweaty, uncomfortable work that they'd managed to avoid all their lives, and it still caught them out from time to time to realize that they had, somehow, for some reason or other, signed on to one day take part in it themselves. Why couldn't they have just stuck to the kitchens, kept their head down and thrived among their fanciful desserts and treats in Rivercrest's halls, making a name for themselves in that sort of sensible, enjoyable work?
No, they'd had to go and jump at the chance for something new—that was their biggest, perpetual problem, wasn't it? Always reaching for the next big new adventure, leaving the old one forgotten on the counter like a half-iced cake. Well, their hands were already hurting and smarting from the pull of the rough burlap-like sacks' material over their palms, the weight of the firestone (and don't even get them started on the smell of it) making their arms ache already. They hauled the bag to the pile of waiting ones, dropping it into the sand with a grunt and then allowing themselves a break to look out across the bowl at the near-rainbow of dragon hides. Why couldn't you be a rider AND stay in the kitchens, where at least the heat was a good heat, and the smells usually all nice and mouth-watering??
Raen - Healer This was why she'd left Thetling. Why all of Thetling had... well, left Thetling. The tiny Hold had been ravaged by first fall, and then slow to bounce back, being struck down again and again by raiders, pirates... They'd risen up and fought back after a while, but thread was something none of the holders could fight back against. The Weyr protected them, of course, but the stress of the silver rain combined with the threat of theft and starvation had driven them from their little island home and into the waiting arms of the Weyr. Now, here, there was something they could do to fight back. Packing stone, rolling bandages, boiling water; anything was better than cowering under a desk and waiting for the battle to end. It kept their hands and minds busy, and though it had been a terrible thing, the first time she had heard a dragon keen in loss, it appealed to Raen to be able to make a real difference.
It was also good to be part of a team. While her healer specialty wasn’t quite of use today, it no doubt would be in the aftermath. And she still knew her way around basic procedures—no one made it through turns at Healer Hall without competence in general healing after all—and could be of use. She had no trouble following the lead of those who had focused in trauma and dragonhealing, and she knew she would not panic in the face of injury or death. She crossed the bowl to join the rest among tents and cots of the healing teams, not even sparing a look for the riders and their dragons. The only ones she was concerned with were those who had to come back to them for help.
X - Dragonless They’d planned to remain in their weyr—no, they didn’t have a weyr anymore, just a rome in the lower caverns, a tiny dark corner to wrap themselves up in and hide away from all sight and thought. That had been their plan. Hadn’t it? Halcyath, why...? The thought trailed off, the painful emptiness all that was their answer. Again. As it had been now for ten agonizing days. So short... that couldn’t be right. Had it somehow, possibly, only been ten days...?
A dragon trumpeted across the bowl, and for half a moment it sounded just like the blue’s call to arms had, snapping their head up and their vacant staring eyes off the spool of bandages they had been unconsciously, mechanically winding. In the distance a green reared and flared her winngs, kicking up sand and buffeting those nearby. Halcyath would have snorted at the unnecessary display. They could almost feel his half-curious, half-disdainful observation, noting in an instant who the green was and who rode her, and in what wing, as if that information could inform him as to why she was behaving as she was.
...They had planned to stay away, stay hidden, stay in their dark dreaming bubble where they could pretend Halcyath had only hopped between for a moment, and would return a moment later, his precious presence surging back to fill the yawning void now joined like a parasite to the side of their heart, their soul. But Halcyath would have wanted them to keep up the fight. To help and strive and work until their body gave out, or until Pern was rendered safe once and for all. So they wound the bandages, set them down, and reached robotically for the next strip of cloth, twisting and rolling it around and around and around, and trying to ignore all the sounds of every dragon that wasn’t their own, not part of their world anymore.
FIRE STORM Danzik of Green Eosphoth HP: 23/23 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: +4 to base, +5 to distribute how I want Target Accuracy: 5 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 5 Between Accuracy: 5 Pain Resilience: 5 Instinct: 4 Luck: 5
She couldn't help but keep glancing off towards the candidates. They were her responsibility - partially. A'ral would be staying with them to keep them out of trouble, but Danzik still found her attention lingering on some of the more...testing children. They will be fine. If you want to check on a testy child, perhaps you should go see your son.
It wasn't L'nik who was testing, but rather Hessianth who had still not been too thrilled to be grounded for the next few weeks. Despite it being best he remain resting, she could see where the brown dragon had come into the bowl - no doubt to see a certain green. And in turn, she'd suspect her son had gone to see said green's rider. Send him my love. Danzik requested and with a soft creel, the green sent the thought along to Hessianth - all too willing to respect the pushy boundary that had been erected immediately.
Then, as her beloved rider continued to check their straps and supplies, the green reached out mentally to brush her mind against her own beloved's.
We go up soon, Iriseth. I promise we will be safe. she assured softly, though knowing he would join her in the sky this time did little to soothe her own nerves.
I hurt a wing, not my legs. I can walk, Hessianth reminded sharply when L'nik had told him - for the fourth time in the last hour - to not strain anything. The brown oozed a barely contained frustration about not going up into the air with the rest of them - especially when they were going up. But he was not there to sulk. No, he didn't even hang his head in embarrassment over the state he was in - one had to fight hard to be hit hard, after all.
He'd come to find the most lovely of dragons before she left so he could at least see her off. Therianth! Hessianth reached out for her, words almost caressing, as he stepped around the other dragons of her wing - with no apology to their Wingleader for interrupting anything he'd been doing (which didn't seem to be much in terms of addressing at the moment) to approach.
L'nik, unlike Hessianth, had felt rather the fool for getting his long-awaited lifemate injured so. That it wasn't permanent did a little to ease his worry, but it still remained that he lacked the certain prideful stroll the brown did as he joined him in such greetings. "Shahera-" he called out, even if she'd likely already seen Hessianth long before he was even in view. "I'm..." he rubbed his neck, "more nervous now that I'm not going up with you..." he admitted.
FIRE STORM T'mor of Brown Phylideth HP: 41/41 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: +4 to all, +5 to distribute as I see fit Target Accuracy: 4 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina: 6 General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 5 Pain Resilience: 5 Instinct: 4 Luck: 5
"Check with everybody and see if there's anybody who is needing a little pep talk," T'mor instructed Phylideth as he checked the brown's straps for the third time since they'd landed in the bowl to await takeoff. The large brown had been irritated - and none too thinly veiled - in the last few weeks since Killakeeth's flight. That he hadn't lashed out had been more to T'mor's self-control than anything that the brown could muster up.
Just the mere sight of Nasath made him want to rumble, but his rider held him firmly in obedience. T'mor had been too lenient too long. So instead, Phylideth began his checks, mentally nudging every dragon in their wing to assess if T'mor giving a second look or a pat on the shoulder to make sure everything was going alright was needed.
"Amiari may be down here. She shouldn't be flying at this stage, but...." The man couldn't help but glance over the bowl for her familiar green. A kiss before he left would be nice, after all.....
Phylideth cocked his head at the man, still none too pleased at the...development in his rider's life but still reaching out for Cloveth. Some time with such a lovely dragon would not be frowned at, after all.
STAR FLAME - FLYING QUEEN'S WING Vetica of Green Shanaloth HP:19/19 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: +4 to all, +5 to distrib Target Accuracy: 5 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 5 Between Accuracy: 4 Pain Resilience: 5 Instinct: 5 Luck: 5
It would be their first time flying a Fall in some time. Shanaloth's tail was far stubbier than Vetica would have liked, but the green seemed to not mind. Their test flights had become less and less disastrous over time as they'd gotten their bearings over how to twist and turn, but still the woman fussed over her lifemate's condition.
We can come back down at any time if you feel like you need it, Vetica instructed. Shanaloth keened softly at her, blue eyes shimmering with flecks of purple and green. Silently, she leaned her head against that of her dragon, sighing deeply. Calm your heart, my love. I will not push us farther than we must go. Shanaloth assured. But it didn't rest right with her. She'd be diligent to get them home in one piece this time. ---- Nua and Green Sobeth - Queen's Wing/Firestone Run SECOND WAVE
FLAME'S FURY - FLYING QUEEN'S WING Nua of Green Sobeth HP: 20/20 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: +4 to all, +5 to distribute Target Accuracy: 5 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina:5 General Agility: 5 Between Accuracy: 4 Pain Resilience: 5 Instinct: 5 Luck: 4
Deep breaths. Relax. Sobeth urged her rider gently, though the last few weeks the recovering green had been far from gentle. Nua recognized proddiness in her lifemate in spades and any day now she'd take to the sky - and every suitor with her on a streaking rage across it. But today they'd point it at Thread.
I'm trying. Nua pointedly took a deep breath. They still had some time before they'd be going up, and the young woman was using it to check over straps, bags of Firestone, her wingmates - really anybody who would let her fuss, she was ready to. Sobeth, frankly, would let Nua be her outlet for now.
Threadfall was a surefire way to rile up the blue, who had gotten to a point where he could hobble reliably on his three legs and as such thought he should be allowed to fly again. Taiena had reminded him more than once within the last ten minutes that was not the case. I'm well. I should be allowed to fly. he protested roughly. You are not and I am not going up, and it would take just as much fight from him to change her mind. 8 months worth of it, perhaps. If you have the energy to argue with me, go swim in the lake for a bit. Stay out of the way.
It wasn't even in the top 10 list of things Khandjith would have preferred to be doing, but still he'd skulked off when enough mental force had been applied, leaving Taiena with enough brainspace to be a reliable helper elsewhere.
Like under her mother.
She'd been bustling about making sure Veikal hadn't moved anything unecessarily again. His 'organizing' had not been exactly high up on Veena's list of things she'd enjoyed having to work around, labelled or not, so when the Master Healer had arranged the outdoor station, she'd been quite strict on where everything went and what needed to be stocked. Taiena had been making sure every station had everything they needed when a familiar voice - obviously calling out to her - caught her attention. She was still holding a jar of who-knew-what when she turned to face A'iel, smiling and then sheepishly looking down at it in some attempt to look like she was still quite busy at work before setting it back down. "A'iel! Are you....going soon?" She knew there was still a little bit of time, even with the question but still let it fill the odd silence as she pushed the jar a little farther into it's original position. "I mean, are you ready to go?" Taiena couldn't help but frown a little with worry. It was important he go - and he'd have a lot ahead of him, but being on the ground felt a little helpless. She couldn't keep an eye out from down here.
Lezia was too honorable to let her wounded back keep her from doing even the smallest job out in the bowl - even if that meant some poor candidate was stuck sitting next to her as she bagged stone with an intensity that would likely give the poor thing nightmares. Erinyeth was not much more pleased about it, up on her ledge to stay out of the way but surveying the ground anyways.
Do you want to talk to your pet? Why Lezia entertained the young man was still amusing to Erinyeth, who could see his green from her place high above all the bustling. Lezia looked up towards her lifemate, not that her expression could be seen over the distance.
Don't summon him to me. she stated flatly. She was not going to kiss him goodbye or good luck or any of that nonsense. Hmmph.
FLAME'S FURY A'star of Green Miryath HP:25/25 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: +4 to all, +5 to distrib Target Accuracy: 5 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina: 5 General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 4 Pain Resilience: 6 Instinct: 5 Luck: 4
Soon, my love. Miryath had not been super keen to part of Theath's side to join her wing while the pair could still linger together with their riders. While their last injury had been light, the worry it could be worse the next time still lingered now.
And really, to pry A'star from Euryale would be just as difficult as he held his wife close in a moment of long, uncharacteristic, silence that would make any of their kids concerned.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2019 8:33 pm
Shahera of Green Therianth
Fire Storm Wing Shahera of Green Therianth HP: 27 Status Effect: IN/A XP: Target Accuracy: +2 Flame Length: +3 General Stamina: +3 General Agility: +2 Between Accuracy: +2 Pain Resilience: +3 Instinct: +3 Luck: +3
Shahera tightened a strap on Therianth’s gear as she felt her bonded perk up a little. The only thing that could get her to feel like that right now was…turning around Shahera confirmed it. There was Hessianth. Thankfully T’mor was busy with his own things and not trying to rally the troops at the moment.
She smiled at L’nik. “Only because when you go up you are too busy to be nervous about anything else.” She teased lightly. “Now you have time to think. Think about what we can do once I come back down.” She curled into him a little for just a moment. “We should go find a spot on the beach again and let Hessianth work off some of that frustrated energy I am sure he has by running around. Therianth would love to play tug of war again.”
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T’tain of Brown Thespeth
Fire Storm Wing T’tain of Brown Thespeth HP: 40 Status Effect: N/A XP: Target Accuracy: +5 Flame Length: +4 General Stamina: +5 General Agility: +5 Between Accuracy: +5 Pain Resilience: +4 Instinct: +4 Luck: +5
Gone were the fancy clothing and glittery jewels. Today was all about utility. Even Thespeth was feeling the seriousness of the Fall and standing still and silent for T’tain as the man finished checking the harness and gear for the fourth time. Mine, they will hold. We will hold. The skies will be held today. Exasperation bled across the bond as T’tain considered the gear again.
P’kav of Bronze Dharmath
Star Flame Wing P’kav of Bronze Dharmath HP: 44 Status Effect: N/A XP: Target Accuracy: +5 Flame Length: +5 General Stamina: +5 General Agility: +4 Between Accuracy: +5 Pain Resilience: +4 Instinct: +4 Luck: +5
It was strange for P’kav to not be leading a Wing but he found it suited him. He was not a leader he had discovered in that year or so of leading. It was something he could do if he had too, but he did not enjoy doing it. And he firmly believed that to be a Wingleader you had to want to be a Wingleader. He didn’t anymore.
He contently and calmly set about getting ready to rise into the sky and fight the ancient foe again. Dharmath was as calm as his rider. There was no fear here. They knew their abilities and come what may, they would perform to the best within them.
W’res of Blue Enioth
Flame’s Fury Wing W’res of Blue Enioth HP: 31 Status Effect: N/A XP: Target Accuracy: +6 Flame Length: +5 General Stamina: +4 General Agility: +5 Between Accuracy: +5 Pain Resilience: +4 Instinct: +4 Luck: +4
W’res was anxious. He was always anxious before a Fall and it didn’t help that he had a whole two hours before he actually started fighting Thread. Two hours to worry and wonder. He fidgeted with his straps and his knots. What could he do for two hours? But he had to stay alert in case they needed him early.
She could feel how antsy Brancath was. There was a sweet bugle of excitement, shifting back and forth, even as Isilje tried her best to get the straps tightened. For so long, the pair of them had been laid up, Isilje with her threadscore that was now thick against her body, and Brancath? Brancath had sharding near died from an infection...and here they were near to go up, and her only thoughts were of her partners. Rio and Alya were perfect for her, and she loved them so dearly. The thought got her White to finally freeze, thinking for a moment.
Out reached that mind, touching Alya's, then Rio's, Mine wants you to know that we shall do our best to be safe. She sends her reassurance.
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C'yx of Blue Iriseth - Grounded
No, Iriseth didn't like this one bit. C'yx had retreated so deep in to himself that he was practically USELESS, and Iriseth could do nothing for his soul-bonded beloved. At least he could reach out to his Green love, let his mind twine around hers, giving her all the love and light he could. My hearts and my love are with you, Eosphoth. Rise like a star, but come home to me safely. I will be here awaiting you.
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Kutar of Green Wrenth - Second Wave
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 1:21 am
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O’dyn [WW] - 41 - he/him/his - Weyrlingmaster Second of Bronze Ansheth
STAR FLAME O’dyn of Bronze Ansheth HP: 45/45 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: +4 to all, +5 to distribute Target Accuracy: 4 Flame Length: 5 General Stamina: 5 General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 4 Pain Resilience: 5 Instinct: 6 Luck: 4
O’dyn’s smile was genial and ready, exchanging pleasantries with those around him. Ansheth had recovered from their recent overexertion- and none too soon, it seemed: this Fall was undoubtedly going to be bleak.
He checked his straps a third time, reaching up to affectionately thump the bronze’s foreleg. Could you-?
They will be fine. They know their duties well, and Zinath’s rider will not let them come to harm.
He smiled, green eye glittering with amusement. I’d accuse you of reading my mind, but…
Well, I do. The privilege of being a dragon. He rumbled gently in amusement. They send their best, he added, after a moment of deep thought, though they are not currently able to come to the bowl. Something to do with last minute preparations…
Seems about right. Still, there was strength to be found in their blessings, and he rolled his shoulders to ease the tension. He’d come back. There was no way he’d die this day, and leave them alone.
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Qiana [WW] - 28 - she/her/hers - Fire Storm Wingsecond of White Amairrith -- FLYING FIRST WAVE, 1st Hour Fire Storm, 2nd Hour Queen’s Wing
FIRE STORM Qiana of White Amairrith HP: 14/14 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: +4 to all, +5 to distribute Target Accuracy: 6 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 6 Between Accuracy: 4 Pain Resilience: 4 Instinct: 4 Luck: 5
All of Western were her family, though Fire Storm was her greatest concern. Qiana’s heart steeled, as it always did, against the prospect of fighting Thread (and losing), but she was ready. Ready to lay down her life, to protect what she loved, to succeed in saving those who were more fortunate than her blood. Straps: checked. Firestone bags: checked. All that was left was to fly, and fight.
Amairrith was a little less keen on the whole notion. Dying was not something she wanted to do. Why, she was going to live to a ripe old age of 200 and show them all how to properly live. And it was going to be grand. She fidgeted a little, eyes whirling with flecks of grey threaded through the orange.
It’ll be okay, sweetness. Reach out to Phylideth. Ask if he needs any assistance with final checks. Let him know that I’ll join T’mor in a minute or two. Focus. I’ll be here to guide you.
The more anxious of the two lowered her white head, sending a small whuff of air towards her rider. Do not be gone long. It will look bad. Qiana grinned at her, nodding.
It was good to see the Wing in good spirits- Zallea’s ever-present cheerfulness was especially endearing. But Qiana sought out another figure amongst the gathered crowd, moving away from her wing to find the candidates.
“Ah! Hey Dhawsn. Feelin’ ‘right?” That homely twang returned to her voice in his company- a reminder of the things she’d left behind, but still cherished. As long as he was careful, he wouldn’t get into any scrapes or accidents… hopefully. Her blue eyes twinkled with good humour as she waved in greeting. “Goin’ up first, so I’ll be back in a few hours. Gotta have a drink afterwards, if it’s allowed? I got some real nice wine the other day…” Qiana trailled off. Drinking with candidates probably wasn’t a good idea- but the Fall was going to be bad. They were both going to be busy. It was far better to think of the promise of a nice wine than any morbid alternative.
In the meantime, Amairrith turned her attention to Phylideth. Phylideth, do you require assistance? My rider will join yours shortly. All is well here, otherwise. Her dragons did not seem too upset, so far. Why, Therianth was looking quite lovely, Brancath much recovered from her ordeal, Thespeth was a paragon of dutifulness, Zunulth had made a timely descent… To say nothing of Marasemeth’s timeliness! The little white puffed up a little, growing more certain by the second. Oh, their numbers were looking wonderful.
That’s the spirit. Qiana sent her back, encouragingly.
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For Dhawsn and mentions of Zallea!
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For Phylideth.
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Some random cameo mentions of Fire Storm dragons.
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 4:07 am
Vennodren moved around Nzambith with the practiced ease of someone who had been doing this for a bit, checking straps and ensuring nothing looked too tight or too loose. He checked their firestone pouch to ensure there were no holes and that it was full before cinching it shut, his hands always touching Nzambith if he wasn't tugging on something she was wearing.
"Doing well, sweet?" he asked as he paused before his green. Nzambith lowered her head glumly to let Venn hold her jaw, a sigh escaping her.
I suppose, she hummed as Venn scratched under her chin. I wish that Asilaeth and Ty'bar could come with us.
"Aw, I'm sure they wish that too," Venn cooed softly, leaning in to press a kiss to his green's nose. "They'll get there soon, though. We can't have all the fun, right?" As he spoke he glanced around, looking for both grounded rider and dragon. Usually at Threadfall they came to wish them luck, but this time around Venn was looking for a little more than a smile and well wishes. He demanded good luck kisses, shard it!
Hattaki
Flame's Fury Vennodren of green Nzambith HP: 25 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: Target Accuracy: 2 Flame Length: 2 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 2 Between Accuracy: 2 Pain Resilience: 5 Instinct: 2 Luck: 2
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Elsewhere in the Bowl, T'sar was already astride Adarith, looking around with a bored expression even though his heart was hammering in his chest. Though they had flown many Falls together, that first time battling Thread always nibbled at the back of his mind and how he had barely made it out alive. Beneath him Adarith snorted as he felt his rider's apprehension, shifting a bit in anticipation. This was what he lived for and he relished every Fall even where his rider was anxious.
Don't fret, T'sarMine, he said, his gruff voice somehow soothing to the slim man atop his shoulders. We've done this before and we'll live to see another day to do it again,
T'sar didn't say anything, not wanting to give away the ball of anxiety in his chest to anyone else, but he did press his hand against Adarith's neck in silent thanks. He knew that if push came to shove and he froze up for a moment Adarith would be there to ensure nothing bad happened to them. He trusted his companion with his life, after all.
Fire Storm T'sar of brown Adarith HP: 39 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: Target Accuracy: 4 Flame Length: 5 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 6 Pain Resilience: 4 Instinct: 6 Luck: 4
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"Are you as excited as I am?" K'mar asked as he tightened Vith's straps enthusiastically, making the dragon wince. "Our first Threadfall with a wing! We won't just be running stone anymore!"
Yes, very excited. Could you loosen that strap just a bit, please? I think it'll chafe if you don't.
"Oh! Ha! Sorry," K'mar said as he undid the strap a few notches, keeping it tight but not so much that his dragon was uncomfortable. The slim brown let out a sigh of relief and leaned in to snort fondly over K'mar's head, the air tickling his nearly shaved head. The large man laughed and swatted at the brown's nose before tugging on his leather helmet, adjusting his goggles a bit to ensure they were there.
Flame's Fury K'mar of brown Vith HP: 32 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: Target Accuracy: 4 Flame Length: 3 General Stamina: 2 General Agility: 2 Between Accuracy: 4 Pain Resilience: 2 Instinct: 2 Luck: 2
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"Ready?" Ar'ad asked as he used Turoth's leg to hoist himself up, climbing his dragon carefully to ensure he didn't hurt him. Once he settled in his saddle and pulled his goggles over his eyes he pressed a hand against Turoth's side, causing the dragon to turn his huge head to gaze at his rider.
Yes, everything seems set. Are you ready?
"As always," the man said with a small smile. Fighting Thread gave him purpose, after all. He was still recovering a bit from the illness that had gripped him hard so many months ago, but getting up into the skies frequently helped to bring his strength back.
"Cautious but intense as always, hm?"
Turoth gave a snort of agreement, adjusting his wings in anticipation of heading into the skies. He was normally quite a docile bronze but up in the air he let loose. This was what he was made for, born for, and he wasn't going to let Pern down.
Star Flame Ar'ad of bronze Turoth HP: 46 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: Target Accuracy: 6 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 5 Pain Resilience: 4 Instinct: 6 Luck: 4
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Off to the side with her wing, Trissa stroked Broleith's leg as the feisty blue swung his head this way and that, watching everyone else get ready. They were flying the second shift and didn't need to be flight-ready at the moment, but with how eager Bro always got to fight, Trissa tended to get him kitted up with everyone else so he'd stay still.
"Easy," she said softly, her voice barely heard over the hustle and bustle of everything else. "We'll have our turn."
I want to go in the first wave, Broleith whined, lashing his tail and nearly knocking a Candidate off their feet as they hustled by with some firestone. I hate waiting!
"I know you do, but we've got to go with what we're assigned. It will go by quickly," Trissa added, earning a huff from her blue of disbelief.
Fire Storm Trissa of blue Broleith HP: 24 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: Target Accuracy: 2 Flame Length: 2 General Stamina: 2 General Agility: 2 Between Accuracy: 2 Pain Resilience: 6 Instinct: 2 Luck: 3
Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 12:49 pm
Star Flame Nyssa of Brown Loteth HP: 40/40 Status Effect: None. XP: Target Accuracy: 5 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina: 5 General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 4 Pain Resilience: 6 Instinct: 5 Luck: 4
Nyssa was nervous, as always before a threadfall. She sighed as she checked and double checked the riding straps and saddle. Loteth wriggled in excitement, this was what he was MADE for, he couldn't wait to get in the air and start flaming Thread. "Oh do stop worrying Nyssa Mine, it's what we were meant to do... and it's not like it's our first" he said, digging his toes in the ground as his rider fretted.
"All right Loteth, stop digging furrows, i'm going to trip" she said, her stomach turning loop-de-loops but his eagerness was catching, "We got this, it's all good Loteth love, i just worry for my brother" She pulled a strap tight, making sure it wasn't pinching Loteth's hide. "Almost ready" she breathed, trying to steel herself
Vosin and Killakeeth made their way to the weyrbowl. The large gold was looking even larger as she was also looking egg heavy. Today, the pair wouldn't be flying. It wouldn't do to risk the developing clutch with a Thread injury. Instead they'd be helping the healers and dragonhealers with the wounded. Vosin nodded to those riders who looked toward her and smiled. Killakeeth rumbled greeting to the dragons she knew.
The pair made their way over to place where they'd wait. Killakeeth immediately curled up (as much as her belly would allow) for a nap. Vosin was hoping they wouldn't be needed, or at least needed for a long time, but she knew the realities of a hard fall. She watched those bustling around her as the wings waited for the start.
(Vosin is free to offer encouragement to anyone who needs it!)
She might not be a candidate anymore, but she knew all hands on deck when Thread fell. Rinis was helping set up tables with supplies. Her newest firelizard was perched on her shoulder and watching with interest. The other four she directed to fetch things that were needed. She'd heard the rumors that it was going to be a bad fall. Her main concern was that they were going to need all the bandages they were setting up. Rinis was happy she had so many firelizards to help her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Candidate Omurntas
It was his first time being at a weyr that was about to experience Thread. He'd known what happened at his Hold and afterwards, but there had really been nothing except closing the doors and shutters in preparation. All the activity was mind blowing. If he Impressed, this is exactly what he'd be doing for the rest of his life as he watched the riders prepping.
Thankfully, he didn't have much to think about in his duties for this. He was supplying the muscles to help move equipment, like bigger tables, into place.
FLAME'S FURY Xela of Green Cubath HP: 26/26 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: +4/+5 Target Accuracy: 4 Flame Length: 5 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 6 Between Accuracy:4 Pain Resilience: 4 Instinct: 4 Luck: 6
You are ready then? Check again.
Xela had already checked her straps several times, but at the order - not a request - she ran her hands over them again, twisting them back into proper order (which was to say - doing nothing, as she'd already fixed them) as Cubath watched diligently. "No wearmarks. They'll be fine. You didn't complain about chafing last time - did that change?" Xela looked up at the expectant green who nudged her snout against the young woman's forehead with a low hum but no answer.
Do you want to say goodbye to your friend before you head out? Perhaps arrange to see him later for whatever it is you two like to do? Food, perhaps, or more of the same as last time. Xela could feel her ears go red. "He's likely busy...." she protested weakly, knowing fully well her green had already picked Cortun's Menyherth out to bother him.
Is yours too busy for a little time with mine? There was an obvious tone that implied Cubath was already prepared to be offended if he was. What Xela wanted, Xela would get, Shardit!
FIRE STORM F'gon of Bronze Farvath HP: 38/38 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: +4/+5 Target Accuracy: 5 Flame Length: 5 General Stamina: 5 General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 5 Pain Resilience: 5 Instinct: 4 Luck: 4
Farvath had busied himself with reaching out to the familiar dragons of his lifemate's children, sending F'gon's best as the old man checked over gear and looked absolutely harrowed about everything they were readying themselves to do.
You worry too much. Deep breaths. We have done more dangerous - and fun for it - things. Do not be so hopeful you would join them soon.
Though he did not blame the man for imagining the face of his weyrmate and his youngest daughter in moments like these. So he'd simply push them both past it as carefully and lovingly as he could. No pressure. It was for the better.
FIRE STORM K'on of Brown Alzarth HP: 38/38 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: +4/+5 Target Accuracy: 4 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina: 5 General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 5 Pain Resilience: 5 Instinct: 5 Luck: 5
K'on nudged his dragon without a word as he looked over the crowds to see if he could spot any familiar faces - Karunia, perhaps or maybe his son was about...But Alzarth did not reach out if he saw them. Exchanges with his kids were something the man treated carefully and did not filter through distance and dragons.
And maybe right now was a bad time.
Leaving them without a word if something were to go poorly would be worse, Alzarth reminded firmly. K'on thumped the dragon on the chest. "'m checking our gear so it won't. Then I'll go see them." Though if he'd have time remained to be seen.
STAR FLAME Syas of Blue Detlath HP: 28/28 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: +4/+5 Target Accuracy: 4 Flame Length: 5 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 5 Between Accuracy: 5 Pain Resilience: 4 Instinct: 5 Luck: 5
We're gonna flame so much Thread! I'm gonna get more than you! And you! Detlath nearly lept out of the straps that Syas was securing towards his wingmates he was speaking to, if only to emphasize the point of his enthusiasm. Syas smiled to himself at the enthusiasm.
"Save it for the Thread. Don't need to start any fights down here, bud," Syas thumped his open palm against Detlath's chest lovingly. I'm not starting a fight! I'm just saying! They can take it as a personal challenge! No losers in that game! Syas considered this arguement for a moment before thumping the blue's chest again.
"Well there's no challenge until I get these straps on ya, hold still and tell Papys to keep his head down, will ya?" Ah, the big idiot. There'd be a lot of work ahead of that boy if he ever impressed a dragon. Unnie hadn't even seen him yet and that'd be something to keep an eye out for too. Hoo.....
FLAME'S FURY Karinne of Blue Hrimnith HP: 30/30 Status Effect: If applicable. XP: +4/+5 Target Accuracy: 4 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina: 5 General Agility: 4 Between Accuracy: 5 Pain Resilience: 5 Instinct: 5 Luck: 5
Hrimnith's gear had been meticulously checked over before they'd even woken that morning - and the blue would have absolutely not have landed in the bowl unless they were ready to go. Which had left Karinne and him with a lot of time on their hands - which was not being used to fuss over their wingmates. They clearly had enough on their minds as she glanced over the groups from the blue's straps, idly stroking his neck.
No words were exchanged between them as Hrimnith navigated through the bustling dragons and other small bodies about towards where a familiar bronze could be seen. It won't know what hit it. If that Star gets any closer I'm biting it. none of the irritation he obviously felt seeped into his words, though it lingered in his posture as he spoke to Garganth pointedly (and if he nudged himself between any others who were trying to hold the bronze's attention instead, he did so obviously).
Karinne was not as keen on small talk, though she did catch M'lus' eyes and offered a nod and a wave.
Honestly, it was a sharding shame that she'd been barred from healing during weyrlinghood and candidacy, left to do things such as bagging stone or rolling bandages. She was a genius, a prodigy. Even now, after graduating weyrlinghood, all she could do was fly thread. It's like she wasn't even a healer at all, anymore! How ridiculous was that?
Annoyed, she paced around Miehrath, checking his straps one final time, making sure he looked ready for threadfall.
I think you might just be an over-achiever. Mine...we are flying thread. We will need to rest, so that we can be strong when we are in the air. We have a duty, and that duty is to fly thread. Miehrath lowered his head, allowing his rider to climb up. She had no one she wanted to offer her regards to--after all, she'd be fine. It was just threadfall, right?
Onyxmine. Please try to take this a little more seriously. Miehrath sighed. Just because his rider would rather heal than fight thread didn't mean she could get sloppy. He knew her better than that--knew that she tried to excel in all that she did--but that invulnerable feeling could do them in.
I know, love, she replied, with a frown. Threadfall WAS serious...but it was also routine. After all, dragons were meant to be sustainable in fighting thread. Even factoring in the...reasons why the current generations of dragons were less effective, dragons still knew how to fight thread, on an almost biological level. Her chances of getting seriously hurt were not THAT high. But still...she knew she should take it more seriously. And none of that would stop her from fighting her hardest in the skies, to protect all of Pern. Nothing would stop her from doing her duty, from being a dragonrider of Pern.
Stats
HP: 27 Target Accuracy: 3 Flame Length: 2 General Stamina: 2 General Agility: 3 Between Accuracy: 4 Pain Resilience: 2 Instinct: 3 Luck: 2
T'kyr of White Rivaeth - Flame's Fury (Queen's Wing), First Wave T'kyr was up first. She'd be flying in the queen's wing, since Flame's Fury wasn't low altitude. It suited her just fine--Rivaeth was so dainty and small that the more protected wing would be beneficial. Less fun, but...she had a bad feeling about this threadfall. She didn't often have "bad feelings," and if she did, she listened to them even less frequently. Today, though...she wasn't sure why, she just felt...worried? No, she couldn't. She pushed it out of her mind, but the space left behind was quickly filled with thoughts of Robhin.
No regrets.
Before climbing onto her dragon, T'kyr went to go find the other whiterider. They were in different wings, usually, but who knew when and where Robhin would be fighting thread. As she searched, she didn't know what she was going to do. What she was going to say. Was she going to slap the woman, or kiss her? She didn't know, but she found herself drawn, seeking to find her with rising urgency. Finally, T'kyr spotted her, and approached. As she did, her expression shifted, looking vulnerable for a split second, before looking irritated, as per usual. Still...now that she had found Robhin, she didn't know what to say. "I'm about to go up," she said, shrugging. She wasn't sure why she'd said that, but...maybe she wasn't quite in the mood to be her usual, nasty self to her ex.
Stats
HP: 13/13 Target Accuracy: 5 Flame Length: 4 General Stamina: 4 General Agility: 7 Between Accuracy: 5 Pain Resilience: 4 Instinct: 4 Luck: 4
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Robhin
((Note: Eo'ryn, Kyzier, and Nyrida will (likely) be posted later! Eo'ryn is second wave, and Kyzier/Nyrida are candidates.))
