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Log Date:
	3/5/98

Log Cast:
	(People) Kassima, T'saren, Aladis, V'dan (NPC), Thregga (NPC),
E'rian (NPC), Emlyn, K'star (NPC), K'ti, D'thon, J'lyn, A'lex, Nimiriel,
K'ira (NPC), Shannyn (NPC), Ursa (mentioned in passing), L'cher (NPC),
K'tyn, Mehlani, M'kla, Garant (NPC), Asrai, Jayna, Erdrick, Richenda, 
K'velin (NPC), K'nan, D'ton

	(Dragons) Lysseth, Solarith, Veyath, Pleiath, Lorieth, Jaralth, Asabeth,
Wroxath, Herath, Milleniuth (NPC), Chymeth (NPC), Kimbrith (mentioned in
passing), Beneth (NPC), Indyth (NPC), Daelyth, Nraith, Vidarth, Gymelth (NPC),
Spineth (mentioned in passing), Leerth (NPC), Torinth, Kyoteth,

	(Fire Lizards) Kyril, Lanzecki, Lars

Log Intro:
	It might be the middle of winter at Telgar Weyr, but this doesn't
mean that Thread is entirely gone for the season. On an unexpectedly warm
day, the Weyr finds itself mustering for Fall. With the riders from Benden
long integrated into Telgar's ranks, the fight with Pern's ancient foe
begins....

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Your location's current time: 19:21 on day 21, month 1, Turn 22, of the Tenth 
  Pass. It is a winter evening.

Lysseth has arrived.
Lysseth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Solarith has arrived.
Solarith emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Veyath has arrived.
Veyath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Pleiath has arrived.

Lorieth has arrived.
Lorieth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Pleiath arrives in perfect formation: the leftmost dragon in 
  Dawnslight's loose V. The small green trumpets with excitement and 
  readiness, her brassy voice mingling in the draconic cacophony that often 
  precedes the deadly encounters with Pern's dangerous enemy.

Jaralth spirals downward from above.
Jaralth has arrived.

Asabeth has arrived.
Asabeth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Lysseth heralds her own arrival in a loud, resounding *bugle*--half an 
  announcement of her presence, and half a challenge to the incipient Thread. 
  Kassi hunches forward against her dragon's neck, darting a look back at the 
  Wing and gesturing to a few who are having trouble maintaining formation in 
  these winds. Her lifemate takes no note, of course. She's too busy 
  waiting... with red-whirling eyes and a lashing tail that bely her 
  impatience for the battle to commence.

Wroxath has arrived.
Wroxath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Herath has arrived.
Herath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Lorieth hovers, her giant wings waving gently in the tricky wind. 
  Fortunately, she's flown this sort of fall before and is able to recorrect 
  easily.

Solarith trumpets his arrival, the sound turning into a hiss as his eyes 
  whirl a bright red. T'saren gives him a hard thump on the neck and turns his 
  attention to the east, waiting only somewhat patiently for the 'fall to 
  start.

Jaralth snaps his wings out sharply, catching the air as it roils past 
  him with weather. His bugle is more of a challenge than the brassy sound he 
  usually makes and his rider sits straight in the seat, turning about to 
  observe the wing's appearence and spread.

Looming in the stacked clouds above, the horrible glitter of something 
  shines as stray beams of light pierce the intermmittant cloud cover and 
  caress the mindless strands as the fall, slowly, twisting in the winds, to 
  the precious stands of wood far below.

Veyath blasts her way out of *Between* with a rare, for her, bugle of 
  challenge..appearing perfectly in formation with the rest of FireStorm 
  through long practice, early warning allowing her to immediately begin to 
  accomodate with the wind, her wings snapping out to help keep her from being 
  battered all over the skies. Her eyes swirl a bright and swirling crimson as 
  she sights the Thread beginning to fall so high above..

Asabeth screams a challenge towards the falling menace, even as her 
  wings move to correct her flight in the tricky winds. Her rider, a small 
  figure upon her back, holds onto the straps, head turned in the direction of 
  the oncoming fight.

Flashes of red-gold flame flicker through a large sheet of Thread, 
  cutting a swath through the veritable curtain of spores. Milleniuth is quite 
  near to a pair of patches that have escaped the assault.

Wroxath turns, rumbling in a muffled tone to the rest of the wing. Ruby 
  light scatters from his eyes as he bugles defiantly towards the swirling 
  mass of silver, wings outstretched.

Amidst the ranks of Thunderbolt Wing, V'dan and green Chymeth, 
  regardless of the rumpled state of the rider, seem to subtly... shift, 
  somehow. It's Chymeth that reacts first, her eyes turning red at the 
  oncoming curtain of sliver... then V'dan blinks owlishly, leans in low over 
  Chymeth's neck, out of the way of the wind.

Herath arrives in her usual postion of flanking Kimbrith and bugles her 
  safe arrival before snarling at the looming Thread. Thregga's visualization 
  was too close...she and Beneth arriving nearly on Herath's tail. Kindre 
  nearly loses grasp of her 'thrower before her heated words, drowned out by 
  the pumping wings, reach the young weyrwoman.

Solarith rises to meet the ancient enemy, fighting spirit shining in his 
  eyes as he maintains his bearings through the strong winds. T'saren holds 
  tight to the straps, hunching down to present himself as less of a target 
  for the silver strands.

Lorieth BUGLES in outrage at the silvery rain that threatens to destroy 
  her homeworld, and belches forth huge gouts of flame, watching in smug 
  satisfaction as the clumps burn quickly upwards, killing the mindless enemy 
  so it can never attempt harm to Pern ever again.

And green Millenuith responds immediately to the challenge presented 
  her. Bugling, a bold yell erupting from her rider E'rian, the green darts 
  in, flaming. She almost twirls upside down in her efforts, as she begins her 
  acrobatic battle with the Thread.

On Pleiath, Emlyn twists against the straps holding her in place to look 
  below. The checkerboard of field, hold, and forest spread majestically. The 
  greenrider nods once before turning all her attention back to her formation.

Lysseth lets loose with an enraged *roar* at the appearance of the 
  Thread, her impatience immediately stilled and replaced by a purpose and 
  determination that Kassima shares entirely. Sharply correcting her flight 
  before the elements can push her from formation, she rises to meet the first 
  clump in her range with a deluge of green-tinged golden flame. Eat 
  dragon-breath, foul carbon-devouring scum!

Dropping into an unexpected air-pocket, a twisting mass of silver 
  filaments drops nearly straight down, very close to green Milleniuth.

A brief gust of wind pushes two patches of Thread off their anticipated 
  course, bringing them comfortably within green Veyath's range.

Wroxath swings his massive, wedge-shaped head downward, studying the lay 
  of the terrain. Turning back, he watches an approaching clump intently. 
  Orange-white flame, edged with a bluish corona, bursts from his muzzle, 
  consuming the Thread with mindless ferocity.

Asabeth lets loose a burst of flame as she comes up to a clump of 
  thread. The green drops briefly out of formation as she follows the large 
  clump down to be sure it is thoroghly flamed. Once she's sure, she returns 
  to her place with her wing.

Milleniuth shrieks out a defiant trumpet, and a beat after, an 
  incandescent explosion of flame to char the Thread before her to ash. 
  E'rian, apparently enjoying himself immensely, can be heard by his nearest 
  wingmates to bellow "Ayooooooaoooaho!", whirling a hand triumphantly over 
  his head as Milleniuth angles herself sharply to avoid falling char.

Jaralth bounces on the wind, holding his position as tightly as he can 
  within this mass of aircurrents. His wings pump foward as his eyes whirl in 
  shades of red and fiery orange, flames in the sky themselves and he drops 
  just slightly to compensate for another patch of air.

Mounted upon Solarith, T'saren turns his head to make sure Veyath can 
  sear the thread that falls too late for Solarith to get it, then has to turn 
  back around as Solarith dives to flame a clump the Thunderbolt wing missed.

Falling like heavy rain, the Thread seeks out the luscious growth below 
  to ruthlessly try to devoid Pern of its beauty and resources. Fortunately, 
  dragons like Solarith are in the air, prepared to char such strands as those 
  which now descend towards the dragon's skyspace.

>From her place aboard Lysseth, Kassima is blessedly ignorant of the fact 
  that her cousin is, as always, making something of a fool of himself. Of 
  course, it runs in the family. The greenrider urges her mount to wheel to 
  the left, where a clump is passing just ahead of her wingspar; careful 
  manuevering and a stream of flame hot enough to leave cold metal smoking 
  turns the deadly peril into a tangle of char and cinder.

Suddenly, a warning is cried out from above! A half-charred tangle of 
  Thread falls with alarming speed towards blue Jaralth and wingmates, helped 
  along its way by a freak gust of wind.

Far more silent than his younger brother, K'star on brown Indyth holds a 
  stoic position amidst the larger dragons of Duskfire Wing.... and in the 
  meantime, it most assuredly was not V'dan who missed that clump, for green 
  Chymeth and her rider have commenched the bizarre transformation that seems 
  to grip them every time they're in the air. Now, V'dan is almost... 
  beautiful, and his green is positively dazzling, as the pair of them fall 
  into a fluid dance of flame, dodge, and flame again.

Veyath dives slightly, her natural agility enabling her to catch the 
  clump that Solarith just misses..letting out a tightly controlled blast of 
  flame that leaves nothing but a falling mass of dark grey char. She banks 
  right back into formation, fighting against the wind a bit but Turns of 
  experience allowing her to do well.

With Thregga and her gold back into their normal position, Herath and 
  Kindre are free to watch the skies for falling clumps. Wand held tight by 
  whitened knuckles by the rider, the dragon fights to keep steady in the 
  turbulent winds. Kin peers through goggled vision to the cries above.

Solarith sends a gout of flame speeding towards the thread that decends 
  practically right in his face. The fire races up the deadly silver stuff, 
  turning it to char and ash that flakes away on the wings. T'saren lets out a 
  roar to rival any of the dragons', shaking his fist at the remains.

Wroxath breaks from formation into a rapid wingover, diving to snag a 
  stray clump. A rapid puff of flame proves sufficient to ignite the Thread, 
  and the blue bugles, climbing back into formation as the silver strands burn 
  into char.

Lorieth dives and twists after a clump of Thread that drops right past 
  her, taking it as a personal affront to her flying and flaming abilities. 
  Quickly getting under it before it can drop any further, the magnificent 
  green probably over-chars it, but dead Thread is dead Thread, right? Winging 
  back up into her place in formation, she looks almost smug, as she zings 
  towards another clump, eradicating it just as neatly.

Astride Jaralth, K'ti calls, "T'the left, 'ware incoming!" as Jaralth 
  takes a deeper breath to char the silvery mass before his snout. The nearest 
  pull closer, covering the oddly shaped winding cloud as others cover 
  position as drilled. Jaralth pulls upward, sliding through blackish grey ash 
  of Thread.

As the Fall starts to slacken off, fewer tangles threaten the lives of 
  flying dragonpairs; still, it would be most unwise to relax vigilance--as 
  the large, nasty snarl of silver strands plummeting directly towards green 
  Veyath proves.

A heavy sheet of Thread drops from above, causing various wingriders 
  near the silver menace to pick up the pace in order to deal with it. Among 
  the flickers of flame, a previously unnoticed tangle can be seen falling 
  towards Pleiath.

L'taru, leader of Starblaze Wing, must have figured out rather quickly 
  where best to post E'rian and his green in formation, for Milleniuth is all 
  over the outer edge of her half of the Wing. The young dragon darts, dives, 
  surges, and spirals, frequently charring strands of silver before they get 
  anywhere near her wingmates, somehow managing to stay more or less in 
  formation, and somehow managing to keep her rider astride her despite an 
  apparent fondness for flying upside down. E'rian must have positively superb 
  riding straps.

Pleiath turns her head side to side, tracking for that silvery movement 
  at the periphery that denotes death. Instintively, she belches out an 
  overlarge mass of flame, only consciously marking the danger of Thread once 
  the menace is windblown ash. Some of it may have gotten through, however, 
  since she noted it late. That's why we have ground crews.

Astride Lysseth, "Tighten up and stay focused, S'cot! Keep with the 
  bloody line!" Kassima yells over the shriek of the wind, her voice pitched 
  to carry even over that distance; shouting is one thing that a Wingsecond 
  learns to do well. Heeding your dragon's warnings is, also, so Kassi grips 
  her straps tightly just in time for Lyss to execute one of her bone-jarring 
  manuevers. Charcoal-edged wings beat fiercely against the turbulence, and a 
  pine-green tail acts almost as a guiding rudder as Lyss completes a shallow 
  dive that ends in the death of another cluster of silver strands. Wiping her 
  goggles to rid them of the snow and sleet, Kassima keeps an eye out for more 
  as she and her green return to their place.

Flashes of red-gold flame flicker through a large sheet of Thread, 
  cutting a swath through the veritable curtain of spores. Solarith is quite 
  near to a pair of patches that have escaped the assault.

Solarith slides lower in the formation, chasing after a strand that 
  seems to have a mind of its own. Before he can flame it, though, he has to 
  bank hard to avoid the trailing end of a lower wing. The last dragon in the 
  wing below also misses, letting thread descend towards the ground and the 
  crews.

And one of the smallest of greens has learned over long practice to 
  never relax her attentiveness as long as silver remains in the sky..twisting 
  slightly in flight to get out of the way of the plummeting clump of tangled 
  death and at the same time spewing out a long arc of flickering flame across 
  it. Only barely managing to char it all to harmless black, she struggles to 
  return to formation..though with the conflicting winds, she drifts a bit 
  away, taking a few extra moments to do so.

Daelyth has arrived.

Two truly titanic Thread-tangles travel towards Thunderbolt, traitorous 
  thermals twisting them terrifyingly... transporting them towards their 
  targeted trajectories. Blasts of dragonfire punch seriously sizeable holes 
  in the mammoth masses, but another crosswind blows what remains out of range 
  and towards blue Wroxath.

Seated upon Solarith's neck, T'saren grabs tight to his straps as 
  Solarith lets out a swath of flame, trying to sear the two patches of 
  uncharred thread the bronze found himself heading directly for. One of the 
  patches becomes ash, but the other is left only half-charred, drifting back 
  towards the rest of the Firestorm wing.

Asabeth ducks through the formation to follow another fast falling lump 
  of thread. Blasts of flame flow from the dragon's muzzle as she sears the 
  menace into ash. Her wings pump, carrying her again towards her place in 
  formation.

Nraith has arrived.
Nraith emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Gracefully astride Herath, Kindre switches the wand from side to side, 
  her gaze locked at a tilted glance to the silvery welkin just about she and 
  Herath. A gush of flame is heard from the front of the Queens' as a small 
  tumble worked its way along the wings to this lower expanse of sky. Rumbling 
  her satisfaction as the wisps of black char dissipate behind her and her 
  rider, Herath then wings back into formation at the Weyrwoman's insistance.

Indyth might not be able to match his clutchsib Milleniuth's acrobatics 
  -- but then again, Indyth _is_ a brown, and a large one at that, and his job 
  is to help hold the main line of the Wing, flaming when needed, ever 
  vigilant. Indyth and his rider know their job, and accomplish it, without 
  fanfare. K'star, in direct contrast to his brother, is quite grim.

Wroxath pulls upward into a quick snap-roll, following half of the huge 
  mass down. A sudden gust sends the half-charred clump towards the blue 
  dragon, however, and just as he releases his flame, impact is visible... and 
  he flicks *between*.

As a Starblaze green is forced to veer swiftly to one side to avoid 
  having Thread slamming into her, the ragged tangle drifts towards Pleiath 
  and 's  in a downward spiralling motion.

Jaralth turns his head backwards, automatically flipping another piece 
  of stone in his maw and chewing as his fire depletes. K'ti turns just in 
  time to spy a hole in formation and an escaping silvery curl passing through 
  it. "Tighten up, right wing. To the back and lower. Shardit, good one." 
  While her voice isn't exactly audible, it's relayed by Jaralth easily. His 
  head swings back around.

Like the snow that falls in the highest mountains in wintertime, the 
  most lethal enemy of dragonkind shows no mercy. Falling just above and ahead 
  of blue Jaralth and green Pleiath is a nasty looking clump of the tangled 
  silver harbringer of death.

Wroxath emerges from Between, chill air swirling around his form still 
  in formation. His rider is apparently clutching at his left arm, and those 
  close enough might note a grimace on his face.

Pleiath has a chance to prepare herself for this tangle. It's dispersal 
  is broader than her wingspan, so she dips and veers to approach it 
  obliquely, flaming from side to side in a luxurious gout of phospine. On her 
  back, Emlyn holds her mouth tightly shut against the ash pelting her face.

On Lorieth, "SHIARA!" J'lyn bellows. "Get that clump before--" He breaks 
  off as Riatth exhales hard and ruddy flame gets most of the twisting mass of 
  Thread. Shouting down to the Queen's wing as loudly as he can, he warns them 
  of, "INCOMING THREAD, KINDRE!"

Settled between Solarith's neckridges, T'saren curses loudly as Wroxath 
  gets hit by the patch Solarith couldn't finish off. Relief shows on his face 
  as the blue and his rider come back from between.

V'dan and Chymeth also soar in marked contrast to E'rian and Millenuith. 
  While the younger pair seems bent on mopping up the sky singlehandedly, 
  presumably held in check only by the inconvenient proximity of the rest of 
  their Wing, V'dan and Chymeth don't seen to even _need_ more than a bare 
  minimum of airspace in which to maneuver. Not a single motion of Chymeth's 
  is unnecessary, and every motion she makes flows with deadly economy and 
  beauty.

Nraith arches his neck, turning back for another load of firestone which 
  A'lex gladly provides. Just as he finishes swallowing, he belches forth a 
  huge gout of flame searing a falling web of silver death into hard, black 
  dust.

Not sleet, nor snow, nor gloom of night shall keep green Lysseth from 
  her appointed rounds when it comes to Threadfighting. Though reinforcing her 
  rider's yelled commands must of course be taking up part of her 
  concentration, the rest is entirely focused on 'Fall--and the attempt to 
  keep tight to formation. She lashes out with flame once, twice, thrice, 
  crisping two large clumps before being forced to blink *between* to avoid a 
  third. "Watch it!" Kassi yells back to her Wingmates. "And Guarith, get 
  *away* from Alymbrith a'fore your rider winds up with a blue rump roast! 
  Sharditall...." That's all the rider has time for before she and her green 
  are once more drawn into combat.

Astride Jaralth, K'ti bellows at the top of her lungs, "Emlyn, take 
  high. I've got low." on sight of the next clump ahead. Jaralth just finishes 
  the latest refill of fire's fuel and wings forth.

Three seperate strands of Thread are whipped together by the wind to 
  form a thicker cord, almost as though they'd been braided together. The 
  result falls swiftly within the range of bronze Solarith.

Young gold Beneth seems to finally grasp firm hold of the situation at 
  hand -- instinct overriding the intial fear of her rider. Thregga, too, 
  seems calmed, her hugging of the flamethrower loosened and held outright in 
  preparation of more Thread heading down this way. Herath, satisfied that 
  constant watching of the younger pair is no longer needed, bugles as Pleiath 
  escapes and Lorieth's rider calls down. "YES! WE SEE IT," Kindre cries out 
  before the familiar rush of Rukbat-orange flame bursts forth from her 
  'thower. A cloud of death-ahs quickly appears where the silver menace once 
  was.

A hissing sound can be heard from above as a large tangle, apparently 
  made from two smaller clumps entwined together, hurtles downwards. Daelyth 
  is in the best position to catch it.
Daelyth and her rider fall quickly and easily into the Queen's 
  formation, arriving only a few moments late. The pair's sense of timing is 
  quickly exhibited as the silvery patch raining ground-wards is caught in a 
  deft sweep by Nimiriel's flamethrower.

Wroxath turns his head, catching a clump with a burst of flame. He seems 
  to be doing his best to fly straight and level, but even then the high winds 
  make that difficult at best.

Pleiath takes the high clump as K'ti directs. The small green, once 
  again, overflames for the amount of Thread she encounters. The silvery, 
  writhing strands wither instantly. Pleiath deliberately flies through the 
  ash, her chest rumbling.

Seated atop Nraith, A'lex swings his head about, scanning the sky for 
  Wroxath. He tries to catch a glimpse of the rider.

Solarith lets out a burst of flame at the offending thread that's thick 
  enough to be a Lord Holder's shoulderknot. The resulting mass of char drifts 
  harmlessly back, peppering into T'saren's face. The bronzerider spits 
  several times, having had his mouth open to call a query to D'thon.

Veyath rejoins the formation of FireStorm as smoothly as 
  possible..her rider muttering curses about the erratic wind patterns as he 
  scans the skies quickly for 'Thread..before allowing himself a single 
  concerned glance down to Wroxath and D'thon. Only a single glance..before 
  returning to his and his lifemate's vigilance.

Jaralth swings a bit lower at his rider's command, sharing a clump of 
  thread with Pleiath. K'ti covers her face and the last of the double strand 
  mass falls across them.

A blinding blast of dragonfire nearby dazzles the eyes of a Skyfire 
  green and her rider for a critical moment. The dragon's shrill cry of alarm 
  is cut off as she blinks *between* just in time to avoid a nasty scoring, 
  leaving a large Thread-clump to continue its fall towards green Chymeth.

When dragon meets Thread, only one will survive the encounter unscathed; 
  which it will be as a large clump falls perilously near Pleiath's green 
  shoulder remains to be seen.

Atop Asabeth, Aladis lifts her hand, quickly wiping away a spray of ash 
  from her goggles. Asabeth dives at the same instant, letting lose a stream 
  of flame at a clump of thread. Even as one clump withers and disappears, a 
  second, smaller clump, is blown into the green's side by the fickle winds. A 
  brief bugle is cut off by her disappearance between.

Wroxath turns his head, fixing his rider with one glimmering eye. The 
  said rider's shoulders slump, and he shrugs, an oddly lopsided shrug. Then, 
  they break formation.
Wroxath disappears into Between.
Wroxath has left.

Wingleader K'ira on her brown suddenly bellows out a warning, her dragon 
  taking up the cry and alerting all of Duskfire's ranks as the Wing comes 
  muzzle to tendril with a curtain of Thread about to smack into the very 
  center of their formation. Five dragons spew forth flame at the same time, 
  including brown Indyth, whose rider K'star has to duck to avoid streaking 
  ash, his hand flying up to protectively grab his hat. Fortunately for 
  K'star, he's wearing gloves.

Asabeth blinks back from between, a rush of cold air following her. 
  Aladis clings to the green's back and Asabeth stays only long enough to 
  bugle to her wingmates before blinking between again. This time the green 
  does not return to the fight.

The winds buffeting her oddly, they take Lorieth almost directly into a 
  clump of the deadly silver rain. Seeing it in time, J'lyn orders her 
  *between* in less than a heartbeat in order to avoid a scoring. Emerging 
  from *between just on the other side of the Thread, he turns his dragon 
  around and Lorieth attacks the Thread with a vengeance, yet another personal 
  insult to her flying abilities.

Seated on Lysseth's neckridges, Kassima grimaces at each cry of pain 
  from the other dragons, but she's been a rider long enough now to block it 
  out and concentrate on tossing more 'stone into Lysseth's maw. The dragon 
  crunches and swallows as quickly as she can--just in time, too, for she and 
  her rider to act on a signal from P'tran and catch a clump missed by one of 
  the Aerie browns. Tentative at first, Lysseth's fresh flame soon burns as 
  brightly as a flash of red-gold lightning against the silver-salted grey of 
  the skyline.

Astride Jaralth, K'ti inhales to give another warning yell and catches a 
  breathfull of ashes from above. The slightly acidic cloud sends her coughing 
  even as Jaralth dives slightly to finish off a few strands missed by the 
  group before him. Gold-orange flame sputters and sears the silver into black.

Asabeth disappears into Between.
Asabeth has left.

Chymeth, her eyes twin globes of scarlet, meets the clump heading her 
  way in a lightning-strike of green wings and tail. The Thread is eliminated 
  in a scant few breaths, and V'dan for once doesn't seem at all clumsy, his 
  motions eerily in harmony with his lifemate's.

Pleiath digs her left wingtip into the air, slashing her agile body into 
  a corkscrewing turn that brings her up under the Thread drifting her way. 
  The green's forward momentum gives out just as she coughs up flaming death 
  into the silvery tangle. Her rider must be pleased, for the ash drifts 
  downwind, not over Emlyn's face.

Comfortably mounted on Solarith, T'saren tosses more firestone to 
  Solarith as the pair gets a brief respite from the fighting. Soon stoked 
  with new firepower, the bronze and his rider move back into formation, 
  checking the progress of the fall and how badly the surrounding wings have 
  been hit.

A scream of pain from above serves as a warning as a Starblaze blue 
  disappears into *between*, his wingtip scored. What Thread does not go 
  *between* with him continues its descent towards Nimiriel and Daelyth.

Two truly titanic Thread-tangles travel towards Skyfire, traitorous 
  thermals twisting them terrifyingly... transporting them towards their 
  targeted trajectories. Blasts of dragonfire punch seriously sizeable holes 
  in the mammoth masses, but another crosswind blows what remains out of range 
  and towards blue Vidarth.

Shannyn can be heard bellowing commands to all of Fireshadow wing even 
  as Gymelth chars the oddly attractive ribbons of silver surrounding them. 
  Eyes crimson with pure hate whirl quickly before a terrible clump seems to 
  about to devour the pair. *BLINK* Quicker than mother bovine tends to her 
  calf, Gymelth is *between* reappearing a few moments later. More heated 
  threats spew from her before the immediate dangers seem to pass Fireshadow's 
  riders.

Following A'lex's signal, Nraith leads the wing around on another pass 
  against the face of the oncoming rain of thread. Spouting gold-orange flame, 
  the threat is almost completely obliterated as Skyfire lives up to it's 
  namesake. A few errant strands manage to eek by uncharred, however.

Milleniuth trumpets, apparently personally affronted by the damage dealt 
  her blue wingmate. She and E'rian are suddenly covering both the hole in the 
  formation along with their own assigned place, flying with such dizzying 
  loops and twists and turns that you'd think Milleniuth was rising and trying 
  to avoid suitors -- or else that either she, her rider, or both are insane.

The Dawnslight wing, under Ursa and Spineth's leadership, reform in a 
  moment of relative quiet. K'tyn's Weyrsecond, Ursa takes a moment to have 
  her brown relay orders to some of the other wingleaders.

Gracefully astride Herath, "NIM," is Kindre's cry as she sees the tangle 
  to her far-left. Wand in hand and ready should the ravenous ribbons change 
  course, she and Herath hold their position against the heavy winds. 
  "SHARDS!" The second bellow from Kindre is a suffered cry before her dragon 
  falls beneath the other golden forms of her wingmates.

Vidarth has arrived.
Vidarth appears from Between.

A scream of pain from above serves as a warning as a Starblaze blue 
  disappears into *between*, his wingtip scored. What Thread does not go 
  *between* with him continues its descent towards K'ti and Jaralth.

A golden streak across the sky, Daelyth guides her rider to the silvery 
  patch threatning the forested grounds below, even as Kindre shouts. Fiercely 
  protective of her homeland, Nimiriel's 'thrower spits a long gout of crimson 
  flame to char the Thread to harmless ash.

The winds kick up and toss the falling silvery spores into random 
  patterns about the sky. Dragons flame and char as they can, but patches get 
  through nonetheless; one missed mass of the malevolent Thread falls near 
  brown Indyth's hindquarters while another harries the inner wing of gold 
  Herath.

Solarith keeps himself steady as his rider catches a new bag of 'stone 
  tossed to him by one of the weyrlings. The bronzerider waves his thanks to 
  the lad, tying in the new one while Solarith speeds forward to flame a few 
  errant strands.

There's a shout as the rider of one of the smaller Thunderbolt greens is 
  indeed blown upside-down, as the Weyrleader warned might happen. "L'cher!" 
  Kassima yells, turning her focus behind for a moment. The bluerider, seeing 
  the problem, signals his Leerth to take up the hole in the formation, 
  guarding the younger dragon until she can right herself. Cursing under her 
  breath, Kassi ducks a cloud of ash wafting overhead and signals Lysseth to 
  chase down an errant clump to the right.

The cobalt blue Jaralth pulls his head upwards at the sound above and he 
  slows in his pass just long enough to breath flame towards the stragglers. 
  One misses his exhale, though, and before touching his rider he flicks 
  between through the searing ash before. Gold flecks pierce the sky in 
  drifting chars.

_Another one_? Milleniuth roars again, and almost breaks formation to 
  cover the second hole in Starblaze's ranks -- only to be forestalled by a 
  roar from L'taru's own dragon, as the Wing is ordered to regroup and better 
  distribute their line. In the meantime, Indyth bellows in startlement as 
  K'star yelps out a warning, spotting the Thread before the brown does. 
  Indyth has to actually mimic one of Millenuith's acrobatic spirals to keep 
  himself unscored, and K'star yelps again as his hat goes flying off his head.

Seated atop Nraith, A'lex signals the Weyrling wing of the impending 
  need for more Stone.

Herath, of course, does not leave without taking care of the hated 
  menace coming into her own airspaces -- Beneth likely not prepared should 
  the older gold suddenly pass *between* Tucking her left wing to avoid 
  'scoring, Kindre is quick to waste the clump with a quick and sweeping wave 
  of her arm as Herath moves into better position. Nothing but ash, luckily 
  for the young Thregga, wisps clear.

The winds kick up and toss the falling silvery spores into random 
  patterns about the sky. Dragons flame and char as they can, but patches get 
  through nonetheless; one missed mass of the malevolent Thread falls near 
  blue Vidarth's hindquarters while another harries the inner wing of brown 
  Spineth.

On Pleiath, Emlyn catches the bag of stone Kerlyn on blue Sorath just 
  tossed. The greenrider has no time to call thanks.

Herath disappears into Between.
Herath has left.

As brown Kinteth disappears *between* to avoid an incoming tangle, the 
  Thread becomes Lysseth's problem as it approaches the dragon at a rapid rate.

Brown Spineth, confident and powerful at the apex of his wing, need not 
  even adjust his flight path to kill the Thread in his path. With an 
  efficient burst of flame, he renders harmless a clump of Thread that, 
  unseared, could destroy all of Telgar's stands of wood.

Now flying with his head unprotected, sandy hair whipping in the wind, 
  K'star looks visibly dismayed, but only for a few seconds. He ducks down low 
  over Indyth's brown neck in acknowledgement of K'ira's aggravated shout in 
  his direction -- "Shardit, Kes, wear a _helmet_!"

Nraith backwings slightly to avoid a thermal-tossed clump of Thread as 
  it hurls towards him. Opening his jaws, he billows forth an impressive 
  flower of fire to char it into harmless (if still hot and stinging) ash.

As one, Nimiriel and Thregga tighten formation to make up for Herath's 
  absence, their movements well-practiced. The Queen's Wing glimmers in the 
  'stone-formed flames from above, as they fly as ready as possible for the 
  tricky winds and the silvery tendrils which escape upon it.

Lysseth is, fortuitously, a fast green; what she lacks in the aerobatic 
  ways of her smaller sisters, she makes up for in speed enough to strike 
  almost like a Thunderbolt in truth. Thus, she recovers from her attack on 
  the now-deceased and unravelling tangle of black char to lash out at this 
  new threat with a long tongue of flame. Where the fire licks out, it leaves 
  blackness in its wake--but it's close enough that Lyss is forced to dodge 
  *between* to avoid the smoking cinders and a piece or two of still-live 
  Thread. "Incoming!" Kassi shouts to those below her.

Two Skyfire greens descend on a patch at the same time, and both wind up 
  having to veer at the last moment to prevent collision. Their frustrated 
  bugles may serve as adequate warning to Vidarth that the Thread they missed 
  is rapidly approaching...

A bugle of pain from above announces the wingtip injury of a Skyfire 
  brown, a tangle of Thread uncharred as he blinks rapidly into *between*. The 
  Thread is left free to fall towards Chymeth.

Astride Nraith, A'lex swears, "COORDINATE your efforts!" although it 
  does little good over the roars of Dragons and the sound of flame whipped 
  wind. He signals the wing around for yet another pass.

Chymeth is already _there_, flaming forth her own particular brand of 
  vengeance upon the ancient menance that has threatened Pern for longer than 
  dragons have flown in her skies.

Lorieth dives thru the space between two larger dragons, and sears a 
  massive cluster of Thread that the bronze and brown missed.

Mounted upon Solarith, T'saren glances over his shoulder, making sure 
  Y'lan and brown Falalith have covered Wroxath's place in the formation. As 
  he confirms they have, he returns his attention to the 'fall, sending 
  Solarith after a patch that slides through the upper wings. Flame spews from 
  the bronze's mouth and ash drifts backward in his wake, thread once again 
  rended impotent by fire.

Jaralth blinks from between once more to spy the edge of the movement of 
  her wing. If she could glare harder, the dragons wouldn't need flame to sear 
  Thread. She echos the move, pulling Jaralth around to assist in pulling 
  tighter formation on the pass.

A heavy sheet of Thread drops from above, causing various wingriders 
  near the silver menace to pick up the pace in order to deal with it. Among 
  the flickers of flame, a previously unnoticed tangle can be seen falling 
  towards Lysseth.

Three seperate strands of Thread are whipped together by the wind to 
  form a thicker cord, almost as though they'd been braided together. The 
  result falls swiftly within the range of blue Jaralth.

Veyath banks to the side a bit, just in time to eliminate a few stray 
  silvery threads that escaped the death of another clump, the flash of flame 
  barely noticable in the greater melee of 'Fall as the formation..among the 
  others..flies on.

Astride Lysseth, Kassima grips Lysseth's straps with tight knuckles, 
  seeing what's coming: a snap of her green's Wings, sending the 
  ash-splattered dragon soaring up to meet this new tangle. Green meets 
  tangle. Green destroys tangle. Tangle floats down in a cloud of blackened 
  crackdust. It's your standard Threadfall story, and one that Kassima 
  expresses her pleasure in with a shout of relieved triumph.

Nraith once again turns his head for more Stone. He spots the large 
  strand falling towards Jaralth, and attempts to roar a warning, spewing 
  little chewed bits back at his rider in the process. Apparently well 
  embarassed, he redoubles his efforts to char the Evil Menace from the sky.

The weyrlings under Kerlyn and Sorath's direction continue moving 
  through formations, delivering stone. Kerlyn occasionally shouts at her 
  charges various encouraging words. As she tosses stone to R'val, she yells 
  at young B'gort, "You're here to *throw* the stone to the riders, not drop it 
  on the cotholds! Use your back!"

Young Thregga and her Beneth respond without even the Weyrwoman's 
  guidance this time, their quick response causing the foliated lands below to 
  be sprinkled with only a harmless bit of ash.

The almost hypnotic, spiralling shapes of separate Threads can be made 
  out within the loosely-packed tangle that is heading in R'val and blue 
  Vidarth's direction with considerable speed.

Flittering in the sky directly above a Starblaze brown is the deadly 
  menace of Thread. Before he can react, it is split into two silvery clumps 
  by an ill-favoring thermal. Can Chymeth, the dragon closest to both, react 
  quickly enough to catch them?

Torinth has arrived.
Torinth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Perhaps the only thing saving him from having his head taken off by his 
  Wingleader is the fact that K'star swiftly produces an actual helmet out of 
  the side bag attached to Indyth's riding straps. He slams it on over his now 
  hopelessly wind-tousled hair, and has to wrestle for a moment to strap it 
  under his chin just as Indyth roars out an alert to get him to duck. Thread? 
  _What_ Thread?! K'star turns all grim business once more, and he and his 
  lifemate meet the challenge.

Can Chymeth take out two clumps at once? She certainly can, and with 
  swiftness almost chilling to anyone who has seen her rider on the ground, 
  she does so.

Jaralth bites at the air, taking a deeper breath to fuel his internal 
  fires though they grow lower. The air drops beneath him, or he drops beneath 
  the air and fans his wings to full to pull upwards- straight at the twining 
  strands of Thread. Fire hilights his blue hide and he leaves a large black 
  swah of ash where the silver once was.

Torinth reappears after an instantaneous blip *between* to avoid 
  someone's half-burned ash, shooting an obvious glare at the showboater that 
  produced it. Even across dragonlengths, her displeasure is obvious.

Vidarth is alert to the menace descending towards him. Lifting his 
  streamlined body to a level with the Thread, he meets it head on, searing it 
  to a harmless ash.

The sky in front of Lysseth is suddenly blocked by the sight of a patch 
  of Thread, which is descending rather quickly.

Lysseth furls her wings closer to herself in a sudden moment of calm, 
  allowing her to drop back into place with a modicum of fuss. She is, after 
  all, a green... and this 'Fall has been harrowing. Nevertheless, she and her 
  rider maintain their grim determination--so unusual in Kassi, but so 
  definitely characteristic in Lysseth. Short bursts of flame streak through 
  the sky, a rapid-fire attack that takes out a few half-charred strands that 
  escaped other dragons--and a few of the smaller patches that continue to 
  trail down. The rest of the Wing seems to be resorting to similar 
  measures... though the browns and the single bronze in the lead have the 
  endurance left to maintain their steadier flames.

Lorieth bugles! The end is in sight! The trailing edge comes to the 
  front as the dusty green darts after a few final clumps of Thread.

Falling like heavy rain, the Thread seeks out the luscious growth below 
  to ruthlessly try to devoid Pern of its beauty and resources. Fortunately, 
  dragons like Daelyth are in the air, prepared to char such strands as those 
  which now descend towards the dragon's skyspace.

With a snap of wings, Nraith throws himself back and upwards, 
  straightening his neck to blow flame at a clump directly above him. He drops 
  his left wing, banking downwards while his rider hangs on rather carefully. 
  The searing dust fans out harmlessly over the heads of Skyfire, to fall 
  behind them.

Jaralth slows into a glide to pull even with the now smaller wing. Dark 
  streaks line his hide, black against greying blue and the dark streak on his 
  back feeds him a few more bits of firestone automatically. She turns to 
  observe the wings only for a moment.

With a mighty crash of thunder that echoes through the skies as a blast 
  of freezing sleet and snow storm roils into being. Drowning and freezing the 
  remnants of this fall crumble to the earth, drenching those on the ground 
  mercilously. With a shout passed from one rider to the next, the call is 
  clear. The Fall is over.

Solarith slips sharply to one side after a tangle of thread, moving 
  briefly out of formation as he flames the stuff to ash, then blinks 
  *between* to keep his rider from getting the mass of hot char full in the 
  face. He comes back out after only heartbeats, resuming his place in the 
  Firestorm wing just in time for T'saren to catch a glimpse of the trailing 
  edge of fall.

Daelyth, followed by Beneth, swoops toward this last missed patch of 
  Thread. As one, Nimiriel and Thregga's 'throwers char the menace to ash, 
  creating quite a spectacular display of flame, but one that completes the 
  task without harm to anyone...or anything. Once finished, the gold's 
  satisifed bugles ring out across the Lemos sky.

Torinth flames suddenly, the gout of super-hot gasses causing a 
  wriggling mass of thread to char into a finely scattered spiral of ash, 
  raining down to fertilize the ground below. Fitting end to something 
  determined to strip Pern of its very lifeblood.

Pleiath retains the last of her flame until her rider assures her that, 
  indeed, the fall is over. The green turns her muzzle to dispel the remaining 
  phosphine.

>From atop Daelyth, Nimiriel, brushing cold ashes out of her face, 
  rejoins Leilanth's Wing. "Home!" the new goldrider shouts, pumping her fist 
  in the air.

Unconvinced, Nraith takes one more look across the horizon.

Lysseth's hide regains some of its dusky green color as the rain sluices 
  the ash from her hide--and from Kassi as well, revealing the flamboyant 
  colors of the rider's jacket once more. At least her wingmates can't 
  possibly mistake her for anyone else. Heaving a heavy sigh, the greenrider 
  waits for P'tran's signal before turning back as far as her straps will 
  allow to shout over the rain to her contingent, "Regroup and prepare for 
  return, those of you nay marked for ground sweeps!"

Daelyth disappears into Between.
Daelyth has left.

>From betwixt Nraith's neckridges, A'lex nods, and signals Skyfire to 
  follow Nraith back Home.

Nraith disappears into Between.
Nraith has left.

Astride Jaralth, K'ti droops between Jaralth's ridges, letting the air 
  out of her lungs as she spies the end of the fall. She just rides through 
  the rain for a moment before winking damply between.

Lorieth disappears into Between.
Lorieth has left.

Lysseth disappears into Between.
Lysseth has left.

Jaralth disappears into Between.
Jaralth has left.

Settled between Solarith's neckridges, T'saren waits for M'kla's signal 
  to go back to the Weyr, letting Solarith rid himself of any leftover flame 
  in the interval.

When Ursa signals for Dawnslight to return, the wing disappears in 
  perfect unison. Those looking up see a sky crowded with winged protection 
  suddenly clear, the deep blue uncluttered and full of hope.

>From Torinth's neck, M'kla holds Torinth in place until Firestorm can 
  regroup around her, and then nods the wing back home.

Pleiath disappears into Between.
Pleiath has left.

[And meanwhile, back at Telgar Weyr, Mehlani hastens out into the Bowl to
 see what assistance she can provide to the returning riders. She finds
 the Bowl gripped in its usual post-Fall chaos, the watchdragon Yoxath
 on the Star Stones bugling out welcomes as the Threadfighters return
 and make their landings....]

You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.
Southern Bowl(#396RJL$)
Contents:
K'tyn(#7313PAJOc$)
Asrai
Aladis
Kindre
Herath
Asabeth
Wroxath
Kyril
Richenda
Prometh(#3353JOaeps$)
Sorath
Cygnith
Obvious exits:
Living Cavern  Weyrling Barracks  Central Bowl  Weyrleaders' Complex  Outer 
  Infirmary  Guest Weyr  Records Room  

Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, Kl'loh's brick-brown Yoxath rears on hind 
  legs and bugles a greeting to blue Jaralth and his rider, K'ti, welcoming 
  them home.

Nraith backwings for a landing.
Nraith has arrived.

Above, Lysseth glides down from above.

Daelyth backwings for a landing.
Daelyth has arrived.

Kyril dives, plunging into the records cavern to the southwest.
Kyril has left.

Lysseth backwings for a landing.
Lysseth has arrived.

Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, Kl'loh's brick-brown Yoxath rears on hind 
  legs and bugles a greeting to green Pleiath and her rider, Emlyn, welcoming 
  them home.

Above, Lorieth glides down from above.
Lorieth backwings for a landing.
Lorieth has arrived.

Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, Kl'loh's brick-brown Yoxath rears on hind 
  legs and bugles a greeting to green Torinth and her rider, M'kla, welcoming 
  them home.

Above, Jaralth glides down from above.

Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, Kl'loh's brick-brown Yoxath rears on hind 
  legs and bugles a greeting to green Veyath and her rider, K'nan, welcoming 
  them home.

Jaralth backwings for a landing.
Jaralth has arrived.

Nimiriel climbs down from Daelyth's back, giving her a loving pat upon 
  reaching the ground.
Nimiriel has arrived.

Above, Solarith flies over from the north end of the bowl.

K'ti dismounts from Jaralth's neck, sliding down his extended foreleg 
  gracefully to the ground. A large blue head swings around to watch her with 
  softly whirling blue eyes.
K'ti has arrived.

Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, Kl'loh's brick-brown Yoxath rears on hind 
  legs and bugles a greeting to blue Vidarth and his rider, R'val, welcoming 
  them home.

Solarith backwings for a landing.
Solarith has arrived.

Above, Torinth glides down from above.
Torinth backwings for a landing.
Torinth has arrived.

K'tyn waits, impatiently, for the riders to land; "Reports! Report in!"

As the Wings return from battle, Mehlani quietly emerges from the lower 
  caverns, bearing a pail of numbweed in her slender hands. The girl pauses, 
  scanning the ranks of the descending dragons and frowning softly.

M'kla climbs down from Torinth's neck.
M'kla has arrived.

J'lyn slides down Lorieth's shoulder to her forelimb, then jumps to the ground.
J'lyn has arrived.

High atop Nraith, A'lex unsnaps his riding straps, removes his goggles and 
  climbs down Nraith's side.
A'lex slides down Nraith's riding straps and lands carefully beside him. 
  Nraith rumbles quietly as A'lex pats his side in thanks.
A'lex has arrived.

T'saren slides down from Solarith's neck, using the bronze's foreleg and 
  riding straps for assistance.
T'saren has arrived.

Nimiriel slides down from Daelyth's side and makes her way directly to K'tyn, 
  offering a quick salute as she does so. "Sir. The Queen's Wing returns with 
  no injuries, and the groundcrews will send word once their work is finished."

Above, Pleiath flies out over Telgar and disappears over the rim of the bowl.

Above, Veyath glides down from above.

As Garant undoes Aladis's boot and starts working on her ruined pants, he 
  looks behind him and calls, "Do they need me in there??"

Veyath backwings for a landing.
Veyath has arrived.

Wroxath 's head is half in the Infirmary entrance, and he does seem a little 
  ludicrous in that pose.

Above, Pleiath leaps off the ledge she shares with brown Spineth.

M'kla comes sliding down Torinth's pearly green hide, pulling her goggles and 
  then her helmet off, creating the illusion of a tall, whispy wraith crowned 
  in a halo of white-gold flames. Then she tamps her hair down into sweaty 
  place, and stalks over to stand over K'tyn a bit.

Pleiath backwings for a landing.
Pleiath has arrived.

Emlyn slides down Pleiath's shoulder to her forelimb, then jumps to the ground.
Emlyn has arrived.

Soaked to the bone and dripping ash-tainted water from her hide, Lysseth lands 
  with the others in a not-quite-graceful fashion. Her weariness is plain in 
  the color of her hide, which is more grey than it would normally be even 
  without its ash-coat. She rumbles wearily as her drenched rider unfastens 
  herself and prepares for dismount.

Kassima slides down from Lysseth's neckridges to land beside her with ease. 
  Lysseth cocks her head at her rider, rumbling quietly as Kassi gives her 
  eyeridges a grateful scratching.
Kassima has arrived.

Aladis lifts up her wineskin, downing about half the contents suddenly.

K'ti leans her forehead against Jaralth's dirty damp flank then walks around 
  him once. She's drenched and looking more than a bit scowly as she sloshes 
  her snowymushy way towards K'tyn.

A'lex says "You don't roar WHILE your chewing stone!" He wipes several dragon 
  spittle soaked bits of firestone from his face as he moves over towards 
  K'tyn to give a status report, mumbling something about a big Bronze "wherry 
  head."

Above, Vidarth glides down from above.
Vidarth backwings for a landing.
Vidarth has arrived.

Kindre works her way along the abrasion marring Asabeth's form with steady 
  strokes. She, too, applies the numbweed carefully; no slather too thick or 
  thin in its administration. "You can tell Herath if I hurt you or touch 
  something too tender," she speaks to Asabeth quietly while working along the 
  score. Pausing briefly to soak her arms in water and then redwort again, she 
  returns to covering the injury.

Asrai comes jogging out with a wide grin on her face. "You all aren't going to 
  believe this. Guess who has decided that now would be a good time to make 
  his or her entrance into the world?"

Pleiath makes her way to the ashpit, a spot in the weyr she knows better than 
  her recent pursuers would like, and there disgorges a second belly full of 
  ash. Done retching, she turns her attention to her rider.

K'tyn beams at Nirmiriel. "A relief and a pleasure to hear such a succinct 
  report, Goldrider. Tend your mount, and I'll speak to you later if I've 
  further questions." He turns to look at M'kla. "Yes? Report?"

V'dan and Chymeth, as they report in with Thunderbolt Wing, seem to subtly.... 
  change. Chymeth deftly lands, but V'dan blinks as if waking from a dream, 
  looking distinctly confused. "Uh, V'dan, your weyr's up _there_," one of his 
  wingmates helpfully points out. "Oh, right," is V'dan's intelligent reply, 
  and as soon as he is dimissed, he and his green retreat from the ranks.

J'lyn pulls his helmet and goggles, off, dark dust-stains mingled with profuse 
  persperation making him an unattractive sight. And smell, too, for that 
  matter...

Veyath tiredly backwings to a landing, her usually immaculate hide of mottled 
  emerald instead stained with blacks and greys of 'dust and ash. Her rider 
  tiredly pats the side of her neck, murmuring, "Good job, love.."

Jayna walks here from the north.
Jayna has arrived.

Cygnith warbles a warm greeting to his ledgemate as she returns.

Nimiriel steps away discreetly, and back to Thregga's side, where the pair 
  lapse into a quiet discussion.

Erdrick has arrived.

K'tyn blinks at Asrai. "What," he says at last as her words register.

Kindre calls over her shoulder, hearing K'tyn and Nimiriel's good report, 
  "Even Thregga and Beneth faired...well." All she's liekly to add to the 
  conversations surrounding the Fall as Asabeth's injury takes her full 
  attention.

Richenda pauses in her numbweeding to gaze about her at the arriving riders 
  and dragons, searching for injuries, before returning to the task at hand.

Tredith appears from *between* high above the bowl and backwings to land.

Asrai comes up to Riche, talking over the din of the returning riders. 
  "Ma'am..pretty soon they will need a healer back in the infirmiry. Ceria is 
  in labor."

T'saren checks his lifemate over carefully, then nods to himself when nothing 
  but a few minor char burns are found. He tugs the bronze's straps off, 
  watches him go towards the ash pit, then somewhat dazedly looks around for 
  anything he can lend a hand with.

Erdrick hops down, nodding at K'velin absently as he looks around.

R'val slides down from Vidarth's back and lands in a crouch.
R'val has arrived.

Starblaze makes its landing, and as L'taru dismisses the riders under his 
  command, striding off to make his report to the Weyrleader, E'rian and his 
  wingmates can be espied slapping one another's hands in triumph before, to 
  their credit, they elect one of their own to check on their wounded 
  wingmates.

Lanzecki flits out of the infirmary.
Lanzecki has arrived.

Kassima tugs her goggles and helmet free, hanging them up on Lyss's straps and 
  running gloved hands wearily through her black hair. The braid falls out of 
  its coronet, once again dangling near the rider's knees where it belongs. 
  "V'dan," she remarks to J'lyn, paying no heed to the rider's appearance or 
  smell, "will never cease to amaze me. Remind me t'compliment him on 
  tonight's work ere I next drain him dry in poker, eh?"

Erdrick looks at Asrai, "Ceria?"

K'nan climbs down from Veyath's neck, and arrives on the ground.
K'nan has arrived.

J'lyn nods tiredly at Kassi, the dark circles under his eyes not entirely from 
  the Thread-ash.

Lanzecki and the rest of D'thon's fair perches over the Infirmary entrance and 
  the rest of Wroxath, humming for all they're worth.

K'ti pulls off her helmet and hoarsely tells K'tyn the status of his wing. 
  Hoasely, as the taste of burnt thread doesn't make for good conversation or 
  breathing.

Erdrick blinks, "Some timing, to give birth during fall."

Asrai sighs and turns to M'kla. "Ma'am..I hate to interupt you..but all the 
  healers are busy out here and Ceria is now in labor. She made it to the 
  infirmiry..but I don't know how far along she is."

R'val turns to Vidarth, inspecting his straps carefully.

'Lani looks for somewhere to leave the numbweed she's brought, taking note of 
  there the wounded riders and dragons are, and silently deposits her pail 
  where it will be right there and waiting when someone reaches for it. In the 
  meantime, the girl turns to look for the Duskfire dragons, but the Bowl is 
  awfully busy.

Asrai smiles at K'nan around M'kla's shoulder as she sees him arrive.

A'lex says "Skyfire performed well sir. Aside from a few near collisions which 
  I'm want to blame on updrafts, I think we'll get away with only two extra 
  formation drills this next sevenday. I don't believe there were any serious 
  injuries, but I'll leave that determination to the Dragonhealers."

K'tyn glances over at Asrai. "That's good," he says hesitantly. "Send for 
  Garant's apprentice, then --I think Garant himself is far too busy." He nods 
  as the healer is working on putting stitches into an injured rider.

K'nan favors Asrai with a wan smile before turning to do the most important 
  thing that one must do after 'Fall..make a full check of his lifemate and 
  her straps, checking for any strain to leather or muscle.

Ursa makes her way to report to K'tyn. She tells him quietly the extent of 
  Aladis and Asabeth's injuries. "They were the only casualties in Dawnslight, 
  Sir."

Garant, quick as ever, begins cleaning and numbweeding Aladis's leg, his long 
  fingers moving deftly over the injury and ensuring the soothing salve is 
  applied as quickly as possible.

K'tyn looks back at A'lex, grinning. "I'd not expected anything less," He 
  beams. "Good man! Go tend Nraith, and I'll be along shortly."

Shannyn and Fireshadow converge on the bowl as well, the elder woman 
  immediately barking at her wingmates as she works her way to the ground. "I 
  think the weyrwoman caught more than your decrepid worthless hides did!" 
  Tugging a young brownrider by his ear, she finds a need to personally 
  critique his performance. Once through, she reports to the young 
  Weyrleader...young to her fifty some turns... "Flameshadow clear of 
  injuries, Sir!" Salute. Stalk off. Gosh but she's such a charming woman.

"A bit more over there, Kindre," Richenda directs mildly as she leans forward 
  to study what Kindre's done. "I don't think it needs stitches...do you?"

Above, Kyoteth glides down from above.

A'lex nods and turns back to see to his lifemate, still picking little bits of 
  firestons from his hair.

Kyoteth backwings for a landing.
Kyoteth has arrived.

Spotting Richenda, Jayna jogs over. "Do you need any help, ma'am?" she asks, 
  untying her jacket.

"'Tis a good omen," Kassima remarks absently, setting her hands on her hips 
  and taking survey of her Wing. A couple of dragons and riders bear signs of 
  minor ash-burn; at least two have wingtip scorings... but on the whole, 
  there don't seem to be any major casualties. "Good work," the greenrider 
  approves with her first real smile since 'Fall started. "Sharding good. You 
  two see the dragonhealers when they're available, all right? How's Lorieth, 
  Jal?"

D'ton slides down off Kyoteth's back.
D'ton has arrived.

M'kla snaps as she finally gets all the information, "Two scored. Mykrath, a 
  shallow wing score, and D'thon's taken his first blooding, to the shoulder."

Richenda, on top of Asabeth, shakes her head to Jayna but adds, "Check the 
  younger dragons for wingtip NPCs."

K'ti pulls a kerchief from a pocket, still standing there a moment before 
  finally backing off to head over towards Jaralth and the wing. The kerchief 
  takes off part of the layer of charcoal on her face.

"You," comes K'ira's voice as she bears down on the tall young figure of 
  K'star, grabbing him by a shoulder and spinning him round to face her, "are 
  going to wear a helmet in Fall. Got that?" Her tone is mild, but her 
  expression brooks absolutely _no_ argument, and K'star mutters gruffly, 
  "Aye, ma'am," in acknowledgement. That seems to be enough for his 
  Wingleader, who dismisses him, and heads off to make her report.

Erdrick walks over to Richenda as well, "Anything I can do?"

Kindre moves as directed before the query causes her to pause. Examining the 
  wound closer, eyes squinting, she shakes her head slowly. "I don't believe 
  so, Ma'am, though we'll certainly have to cover it to prevent infection. I 
  don't see any dirt inside either, though a double-check might be wise."

T'saren also walks over to a spot near Richenda, seeing the senior 
  dragonhealer is up to her elbows in injuries. "And I'll help as well, ma'am. 
  I always feel so useless after a 'fall is over."

Aladis sits quietly, steadily working her way through her wineskin. Reaction 
  finally seems to be setting in and the greenrider stoutly avoids looking at 
  the scoring the runs along her leg. She does twist around a bit in her chair 
  to look over at Asabeth worriedly until the healer scolds her firmly.

Jayna nods and gets busy, walking among the dragons and stopping here and 
  there to check something.

Richenda replies to Erdrick, "Thank you, but no...some wine for the riders, 
  perhaps, lad?" before nodding to Kindre. "How long will she be out, do you 
  think?"

M'kla scowls at her young Weyrleader as she relays this, right arm akimbo on 
  her hip. "Other than that, we're fine. Sloppy work that, B'rent!" She wags a 
  finger at the native bluerider, who's busy tending to his whimpering 'mate.

Garant chuckles as he continues numbweeding, murmuring, "So much for us 
  dancing at the gather together, hmm, Aladis?"

Erdrick nods, "Wine, got it."

"For something this long," Kindre questions back, though rhetorically, "I'd 
  say at least two sevendays, depending on how well it heals and staves off 
  infection."

A'lex coughs once, then turns to wipe his face on his shoulder. Catching a 
  whiff of THAT area he mutters, "Faranths great fragrent farts I'm ripe." 
  With a sigh he turns to start unbuckling the fighting straps, noding 
  encouragement to the Skyfire wingmembers nearby.

Erdrick walks off into the living cavern.
Erdrick walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Erdrick has left.

K'ira's striding figure is marked by Mehlani -- but Mehlani, in turn, is 
  marked by K'star, as he takes off the helmet that just doesn't seem quite 
  right for some reason atop his head. The young brown rider blinks, looking 
  alarmed, and before anyone else can stop him, he scrambles onto Indyth and 
  orders him aloft, up to their weyr.

Aladis peers abruptly at Garant, perhaps more drunk than not at this point, 
  "Um." She blinks, owlishly. "Oh. No. I g-guess not."

J'lyn slumps back against Lorieth, then stumbles his way into the LC to get 
  something to clear his throat of Thread-dust.

K'tyn looks over at M'kla, glancing back at D'thon. "That was an error of 
  judgement of another rider, M'kla. I've got the offender--and tis good to 
  see that this fall went very well for us. Injured we have, but no one's 
  died, I think."

J'lyn walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
J'lyn has left.

Erdrick comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Erdrick has arrived.

Lars 's humming goes up a couple of semitones, and the rest of the fair 
  follows. A couple of chirps are soon hushed.

"That sounds find, Kindre...perhaps a bit longer. And how long in the 
  infirmary?" Richenda queries of the goldrider before giving T'saren a 
  winning smile. "I think we've got things under control. Is everyone else all 
  right?"

K'nan reaches up and scritches one of Veyath's eyeridges gently after his 
  overview of his lifemate's condition, smiling.."We did good, my heart, we 
  did good." Then he lets out a few hacking coughs, spitting out a bit of 
  'dust he inhaled..then turns back to go in search of Asrai.

Erdrick looks startled as he realizes his firelizards are humming, but 
  remembers there's a birth going on, starts looking for injured riders and 
  handing out goblets of wine.

D'ton remains next to Kyoteth for a few minutes, looking around for Ursa. When 
  he finally finds her, he pats Kyoteth once absently, then makes his way over 
  to her. "Finished the final check with the local ground crews we were 
  working with. All clear round the north and northwest," he says briefly.

M'kla nods. "No one's keening yet. That's a relief."

K'ti pulls off Jaralth's straps in somewhat a hurry. One of them pulls apart 
  under the rain, cold and stress of the fall. Another scowl crosses her face 
  from that. She begins a slow very through examination of his hide and wings.

Wroxath shifts his feet, head still firmly wedged in the entrance to the 
  infirmary. His wings flap a little, edgily.

Nimiriel walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Nimiriel has left.

K'tyn is looking about expectantly, as the ground crews come back. "Ground 
  crew? Report in, please!"

Nimiriel comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Nimiriel has arrived.

T'saren returns the headwoman's smile and nods his head. "It appears so, 
  ma'am. Most of the other injuries are being attended to, thank Faranth."

Erdrick walks over to K'tyn, arms full of wine bottles and goblets, "Ground 
  crew member reporting as ordered."

Nimiriel returns with more wine, which is quietly distributed to whoever might 
  need or want it. She takes a quick glance around, smiles at Thregga, and 
  murmurs something quietly about needing to attend to Tarien. With that, she 
  disappears up the stairs to her weyr.

M'kla grumbles to herself, and begins the task of yanking Torinth's straps 
  off. As soon as that's done, she makes her way towards the infirmary, 
  looping her straps around her shoulder as she goes.

Nimiriel has left.

Emlyn watches D'ton reporting to Ursa, since she's standing with the other 
  uninjured Dawnslight riders. Other ground crew supervisors are also 
  reporting in.

Kindre's lips curl into a tiny frown as she debates. "Ah, those two sevendays 
  I originally offered as an idea of how long. My error..I had thought you 
  meant in the infirmary," she admits almost sheepishly. "That should give us 
  enough time to be sure it does not become infected, replace old bandages 
  with clean ones, and feel safe enough to let Aladis keep watch on it."

Aladis's empty wineskin gets taken away from her when she tries for a second 
  time to get more wine from it. Her moves become markedly listless as the 
  affects of wine and adreniline and injury begin to take over.

Jayna looks up on healing the Weyrleader and promptly jogs over. "Ground crew, 
  sir. Three clumps flamed. No burrows. All clear," she reports crisply.

Straps removed, A'lex makes his way around to see to the other in the wing. As 
  he passes by K'ti, he stops, "Nice work.

Erdrick nods at Jayna's report.

Mehlani frowns softly to herself, missing Indyth's springing skyward in the 
  general bustle of the Bowl. She might be spied to pause for a moment, 
  blinking in startlement as she notes hummings rising over the chaos around 
  her. But the lass doesn't take too long in finding something else that needs 
  doing, another errand that needs running, and she's off again.

Asrai stands there chewing her lower lip in worry. She looks around for 
  help...then see M'kla heading in the right direction. "Thank you ma'am. From 
  Wroxath's agitation she must be getting close."

M'kla moves beneath the rocky overhang that protects the Infirmary entrance.
M'kla has left.

Richenda smiles approvingly at Kindre and says, "Finish here, will you, 
  weyrwoman?" before angling to slide down from Asabeth's back.

Garant watches Aladis carefully, frowning now that she's oblivious and beyond 
  the need of his jocularity, and his hands move rapidly and efficiently to 
  bandage her scored leg. "Blast," he mutters to himself.

K'nan reaches Asrai..and without further ado moves in for a tight hug, 
  murmuring, "Another day, another 'Fall finished.."

K'ti pauses from examining a slight char mark on the blue. (While Jaralth 
  tries to sound pitiful). "Perhaps.. thankye. Yerself an Nraith as well, 
  A'lex. Came through well?"

Kassima checks over Lysseth's straps and wings, then winds her way through the 
  Wing-ranks, murmuring a word of encouragement here and there. Eventually, 
  she winds up near K'tyn. "P'tran's nay doubt reported in already, sir," she 
  says, saluting, "but just for surety's sake, Thunderbolt's injury-free 
  except for a pair of wingtip scores and three minor ash-burns."

K'tyn beams at Jayna, who speaks for the other ground crew report. "Good job 
  then! Lemos will be grateful to you, as I am, for your diligence, Jayna, 
  Erdrick, everyone." He shakes his head at their drenched clothing, nodding 
  them toward the LC. "Go warm up, hm? Eat! You've all done well." This last 
  was said much louder, and the young weyrleader looks about. "All of you. 
  You've done well!"

Wroxath steps back and forth, humming too. A wing pokes Richenda lightly on 
  her behind as the blue, still watching the infirmary, flaps it absently.

T'saren uses the straps and Solarith's offered foreleg to mount the bronze. 
  T'saren thumps Solarith's neck affectionately in thanks as soon as he is 
  settled.
T'saren has left.

Solarith takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry him 
  aloft.
Solarith has left.
Above, Solarith rises up from the bowl.

R'val turns to smile a tad tiredly at K'tyn, wiping a dirty smear off his 
  cheek.

Above, Solarith flies towards the north end of the bowl.

A'lex grins at K'ti, "Thanks to your help, yea, we did fine. I think the four 
  of us make a rather good team."

Mehlani smiles gravely at K'tyn's call to them all, and moves silently off 
  towards the lower caverns, grabbing up a few numbweed jars, now empty, as 
  she goes.

Erdrick grins and takes a sip of his klah as he passes out the rest of his 
  wine to injured dragon pairs.

Ursa nods as she collects all the information from her wingriders, then turns 
  to K'tyn. Once again, she salutes him before reporting. "One burrow that 
  cost Lord Lemos two saplings, but it's been thoroughly burned. All clear in 
  Dawnslight's sector, Sir."

Asrai sighs in relief, both at seeing M'kla off to help with the baby..and to 
  once more have K'nan's arms around her. She makes a face though as she 
  smells him. "Oh dearest..you need a soak." How about we get a couple skins 
  of wine and head for the steam baths? PErhaps grab some food along the way?"

Jayna beams at the Weyrleader's comments and jogs back to Richenda. "The 
  younger dragons all look alright, ma'am. Antying else I can help with? Bring 
  anything out here?"

"Certainly," Kindre replies and even smiles to Richenda as the woman's trust 
  of her. Scritching Asabeth softly in an uninjured area, she continues to 
  coat the last of the wound with numbweed. Careful inspection seems to cause 
  her to call for more redwort. "Just to be sure this is all clean," she 
  murmurs while covering the small area in question. That done, she finishes 
  her numbweeding. "Alright Asabeth, I think we're about ready to move you 
  inside," she says while wiggling her fingers to be sure she's still feeling 
  in them. "Riche? Should we wait until the commotion inside has waned before 
  moving her?"

Erdrick walks back inside.

K'ti chuckles, still quite hoarse, "lemme git a bit used t'the knot, A'lex. Me 
  timing's off badly fer the position. First thing I learned then was don' 
  bellow wi'ash in yer face. Thread bits taste terrible."

K'nan chuckles a bit wryly at her words..taking a step back from his weyrmate 
  and nodding, "M'love, I haven't heard a finer idea in many a Turn."

Richenda, as she slides down from Asabeth, answers with a shake of her head, 
  "No, no...I think we're all right." Behind her to Kindre she adds, "Yes, 
  good idea. Herath's doing a fine job."

Erdrick walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Erdrick has left.

A'lex grins, "Oh, sorry, I could have told ya that... of course it *IS* 
  something best learned by experience."

Wroxath shuffles his feet and flaps his wings nervously, scattering weyrfolk 
  away.

Pleiath lumbers north.
Pleiath has left.

K'tyn heads for his wingseconds, "K'ti! A'lex!" he calls, jogging a bit to 
  catch up.

A'lex turns, "Sir?"

Emlyn mentally sends her dragon off to the lake, promising to meet her there 
  shortly.

K'ti wipes her face again and leans against Jaralth. "I jus fergot it, A'lex. 
  Used t'be 'second back at Ista... eh?" She looks towards holler.

Asrai grins, taking K'nan's hand in her own. "Come on, lets go then. We'll cut 
  through the living cavern and grab some food and the wine."

As Aladis slips into wine induced sleep, Garant carefully lifts the greenrider 
  and heads with her towards the infirmarly. Asabeth, almost like a giant 
  forlorn puppy, follows after, not willing to let her rider out of her sight.

Aladis moves beneath the rocky overhang that protects the Infirmary entrance.
Aladis has left.

Asrai walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Asrai has left.

Asabeth moves beneath the rocky overhang that protects the Infirmary entrance.
Asabeth has left.

M'kla emerges from the infirmary.
M'kla has arrived.

K'nan walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
K'nan has left.

When Ursa has dismissed Dawnslight, the riders split up to take care of 
  themselves and their dragons.

M'kla comes back out, apparently not in the midwifing business tonight. Then 
  again, who'd wanna deliver a babe covered head to toe in sweat and 
  thread-filth.

Kindre drops down to the ground as well, passing the instruments on the table 
  down first. Herath warbles quietly to Asabeth and, it would seem, she 
  suggested moving inside. "I'll follow and put loose bandages around the 
  wound," she more wonders then says to Richenda.

K'tyn grins at the pair, bluerider and bronze. "Good job, the pair of you! No 
  major injuries! That's something to be proud of."

Mehlani slips right up next to Kassima as she goes, and pauses to whisper 
  something to the green rider.
Mehlani mutters to Kassima, "Excuse..."
You whisper "Excuse me... have you... seen K'star and Indyth?" to Kassima.

Jayna walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
Jayna has left.

Report given, Kassi returns to her lifemate and slides down to a seat on the 
  green dragon's foreleg. "Fine work, heart-of-mine," she murmurs, stroking 
  Lyss's extended muzzle with the sort of fondness she generally only displays 
  after 'Falls and such. Mehlani's arrival does draw her attention, though, 
  and she pauses to listen carefully to the girl before murmuring back.

A'lex chuckles, "They knew that anything more than a scratch and we'd hide 
  them."

D'ton nods at something that Ursa says, and glances around at the vaguely 
  organized chaos around him. He wanders over to join Emlyn, and asks her, 
  "Did you see how Aladis was? I didn't have a chance."

Richenda nods to Kindre, though she adds wearily, "Give the weed a chance to 
  harden, sweeting...it might not need it." She wipes her arm across her 
  forehead, leaving a nice smear of redwort, and looks about her again.

K'ti takes a breath as to talk and wrinkles up her nose. With that she coughs 
  into her kerchief. "Got a good wing, K'tyn, ye'all can't expect anna less." 
  She passes on a bit of a grin.

Cygnith takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry him 
  aloft.
Cygnith has left.
Above, Cygnith rises up from the bowl.

Kassima mutters to Mehlani, "... have--he went... up to... after K'ira... 
  him... helmet in... now on.... his... away."
Kassima whispers "Kes and Indy? Aye, I certes have--he went back up to his 
  weyr nay long after K'ira ordered him t'wear a helmet in 'Fall from now on. 
  That sharding fedora of his blew away."

Jayna comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Jayna has arrived.

Above, Cygnith flies towards the north end of the bowl.

M'kla walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.
M'kla has left.

Emlyn nods to D'ton. "I heard the report given to Ursa. They've got 
  superficial scoring that will take them out of it for a short time. Nothing 
  crippling."

Silen comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.
Silen has arrived.

Mehlani blinkblinks several times at Kassima, her eyes widening.

Veyath takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry her 
  aloft.
Veyath has left.
Above, Veyath rises up from the bowl.
Above, Veyath flies towards the north end of the bowl.

Jayna is juggling a pitcher of klah and several cups. She glances around, 
  looking for chilled riders.

Kindre looks slightly odd; she's covered nearly head to toe in ash and grime, 
  yet her arms are clean nearly to her shoulders after caring for Asabeth 
  under Richenda's guidance. Another bob of her head goes to the Headwoman and 
  Dragonhealer. "Certainly. If it can wait until morning, I'd surely die to 
  have some wine, dearheart."

Silen loos around to see where he is needed.

K'tyn grins at the pair of riders. "A'lex, K'ti, get you and your beasts off 
  for a scrub and a meal then, hm?"

Mehlani, looking distressed, breathes, She mutters to Kassima, "Oh..." 
Kassima senses "Mehlani, looking distressed, breathes, "Oh... oh dear... thank 
  you....""
Mehlani slowly nods, then, and turns to slip off into the living cavern, her 
  brow crinkled even more, now.

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.
Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern(#750RJM$)
Contents:
M'kla
Erdrick
Pierron
Twink
Obvious exits:
Lower Caverns  Kitchen  Bowl  

Erdrick looks at Mehlani, "Hello."

M'kla settles down and opens her jacket, steam all but rising from her 
  overheated body.

Erdrick blinks down at himself as he recalls he's still wearing his 
  flamethrower, stands up and shrugs out of it, handing it to someone passing 
  by.

Mehlani slips into the caverh, frowning in deep concentration. She bobs her 
  head distractedly to Erdrick as she passes, purpose of some sort fueling her 
  strides as she heads silently into the inner caverns.

[End log.]