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Post by Kitsuneko on Jun 25, 2012 15:49:17 GMT -4
To say Saira was nervous about fighting Thread would have been an understatement. She had spent much of her life preparing for the days when Thread would arrive, but she still had much less experience with the real thing than most of the dragonriders of this time. It hadn't gotten much easier with practice, as she might have expected, and she counted herself lucky to have Zamanth's staunch presence to support her.
She fed the green one last piece of firestone and they took off into the air. The greenpair quickly fell into formation with the rest of the wing--they flew in a low wing near the queens, and while there wasn't quite as much thread to deal with down here, that didn't mean it was safe.
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Post by Wish on Jun 25, 2012 16:00:11 GMT -4
Aerinne and Rhoanth knew thread by now. They had trained for it for turns, and they had flown it for a good little amount of time as well. That didn't mean it wasn't always dangerous though. Oh no, it always held the hardest parts, simply keeping your mind in the game. Which, currently the older greenrider wasn't doing. Her mind was in the Weyr with her daughter and her grand-daughter, the child which she had yet to see. The word that Jarali had been born had reached her through Rhoanth, but they were in the middle of 'Fall right now, there was no way they could get back quite yet.
All in good time, that's what Aerinne told herself. Pushing back some messy brown hair from her eyes, the greenrider dove down with her dragon after a bunch of Thread, the spores flamed down by her dragon's fire quickly enough. It's funny how you think you can be on top of the world though and suddenly it turns upside down. Looking up the rider was suddenly face to face with a few spores that had fallen slower than the rest, the burn stinging almost instantly as it hit her skin. Screaming, Rhoanth dove between....and didn't return.
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Post by Kitsuneko on Jun 25, 2012 16:09:46 GMT -4
A shocking scream ripped the air near Zamanth, jarring Saira in her seat. The rider gave a thin-lipped grimace at the disappearance of the other green; her non-reappearance was giving Saira a bad feeling. Some small pieces of thread had escaped the disaster unscathed though, and she told Zamanth to go after it.
The green dived, opening her mouth in preparation of flaming, but unknown to them, another dragon had spotted the spores as well. The blue and his rider didn't see Zamanth until it was too late--he had a wider, more powerful flame, and he couldn't hold back his fire when he saw the green. The Thread was incinerated, but unfortunately, Zamanth was directly in the line of the blue's flame as well, and neither she or Saira came away unscathed. The green let out a strangled scream, writhing in pain, and sought relief in between. She didn't return, and another pair was lost between.
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