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Summer Threadfall Over Woodcraft


Date:  March 15, 1999
Places:  Telgar Weyr's Southern Bowl, Living Cavern, and Skyspace;
Sky over Woodcraft Hall, Woodcraft Area Grounds
Game:  PernMUSH
Copyright Info:  The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey 
l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright.

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Kassi's Note:  This was a pretty good Fall, I thought, especially where
the turnout for ground crews was concerned. :)  A fairly standard log:
pre-Fall LC chat and preparations are included, as is a bit of the post
RP.  Many thanks go to Mart for coding the @emitter used in the Fall, 
and also to everyone, rider, ground crewer, or other, who participated.
It couldn't have happened without you!

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The Log:

You slide off of Lysseth's neck to land beside her easily. She rumbles, 
cocking her head down at you, and you rub her eyeridges gratefully.

This time, as Kassi dismounts, she's dressed in full fighting togs--and 
Lysseth's straps, by no coincidence, gleam with the dull luster of a fresh 
oiling. "G'deve," she greets those who are about, then gives her lifemate 
a slug on the shoulder. "Out of the way, evil beast. There'll be plenty of 
dragons about soon enough."

Neliea looks about and nods to Aurian as she passes though, offering a 
salute to Kassima as well. "Evening," she replies, looking to Saskia with 
a smile. "Hey there," the bluerider calls over, also in fall gear, minus 
the goggles for now.

Kassima grimaces at the salute, exaggerating the motion into a full cower. 
"Ack! Nay saluting!" She straightens quickly, though, pulling her riding 
helmet off to hang it from a clip at her belt. "I'm for a spot of dinner 
ere Fall preparations begin in earnest, methinks," she says, probably to 
explain what she's doing down here. "You? Oh, g'deve, Saskia."

Saskia grins and salutes Kassima and Neliea "Afternoon Wingleader. 
Afternoon mentor. Just about half a turn more."

Neliea chuckles as she watches another salute as she shakes her head, 
"I've already eaten, after trying to feed Iriana hers. I may stay out here 
for a bit til things pick up."

Saskia nods "It looks very crowded in there. I think I'll wait until it 
clears out during the fall."

Kassima flicks a momentary smile. "Kris took his dinner readily enough, 
bless him, and a bit of mashed banana with it. Now, if'n he'll just keep 
up the good behavior so that I don't get home t'find him screaming and 
Simaeva about t'kill me...." She doesn't sound unduly concerned about 
this, however. "See you both a bit later on, then." She spins on her heel, 
striding towards the Living Caverns. "So long as there's food," she calls 
over her shoulder, "I don't care if'n the entire population of Benden, 
Bitra, Ruatha, Lemos, and all nine Weyrs are in there!"

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.

Pierron humphs thoughtfully as the Wingleader of Thunderbolt arrives.

Ceria grins over at Dossa. "You might want to talk to Ofira before doing 
something like that," she teases. "A cot might get in our way."

Ilequor offers, "I could get you one outside. Not that you want to sleep 
there or anything."

Myklan half-smiles, and devours a thick slice of roast, listening to the 
women fuss over Bacruise.

Bacruise looks a touch horrified, "Sleeping in the /kitchens/?" The 
horror! He nearly starts from his chair. "I would rather stay in the guest 
room as I am." He also flashes Ilequor a rather wild-eyed look. "Blazes I 
am /not/ sleeping out of doors!"

Dossa blinks at Ceria. "Oh, I'd put the cot in the little alcove where the 
kitchen drudges sleep!" Then, she almost recoils from Becruise. "I'm... 
sorry. I'm afraid I can't help much beyond that."

Myklan comments, "Out-doors isn't so bad, if there's no Thread falling for 
a few days." He takes a deep breath, "Makes you feel...I dunno. Rugged or 
something."

Kassima's eyes skim towards her Wing's table the moment she walks in, 
dressed--of course--in full fighting togs. She threads her way through the 
not inconsiderable throng, intent on getting a better look. "You all look 
ready enough," she finally tells her Wingmates. "Just be ready t'go when 
the signal's given for preparations' start." Business done, she calls, 
"G'deve, all," to the crowded Cavern at large.

Ilequor grins. "It could be the stables."

Ceria laughs. "I was just kidding Dossa," she says, giving Bacruise a 
disapproving look.

Myklan smiles some, and comments around a mouthful of tuber, "I like the 
stables myself. They smell all...warm."

Jannea shakes her head at Myklan. "I got my foot stepped on in there once. 
Not my favorite place now."

Bacruise gasps as if he were slapped "I am no drudge lady." He tugs down 
the front of his vest primly missing all looks of disapproval fixed in his 
direction.

Ilequor shrugs, grinning. "I was kidding. Honest."

Dossa straightens up to her full 5'1" height. "There is nothing wrong with 
drudges, sir," she says respectfully, but her serious face indicates this 
is indeed a touchy subject.

Telin glides in from the bowl.

Myklan quiets down, and decides to simply finish his meal instead.

Jannea mutters something about except when they chase after the Weyrlings.

Bacruise returns Dossa's look after letting his eyes trail up and down her 
long form, "I didn't say there was anything 'wrong', I was informing you 
that I was not one."

Ceria mutters something under her breath about Bacruise learning a few 
lessons from the drudges. Her voice is just loud enough to carry to 
Bacruise.

Telin flits in, looking about at all the people and settles on a table.

Bacruise sniffs slightly at the comment from Ceria and casts his eyes 
upward slightly, "oh please."

Kassima gathers a bowl of stew from the sideboard, for once not taking 
much effort to get tuber-free ladellings. Bowl and greenrider are both 
plunked down with no ceremony, and she digs in without much of a word. 
"Stables," she comments, after a few bites, "tend t'be warm overall, 
assuming that there are animals in 'em. Never thought about 'em *smelling* 
warm, though."

Dossa mmhmms, nodding at Bacruise. "Well, sir, your demeanor suggested 
otherwise. I'll pass it along that you would like better accomodations." 
She curtseys slightly coldly, and then returns to her dinner, looking dark 
and brooding after she turns her back to the man.

Ceria laughs at the young man's affectation.

Bacruise doesn't get that Ceria might be laughing /at/ him and now /with/ 
him and smiles charmingly at her. He also doesn't seem to get the fact 
that Dossa is rather steamed at him, "thank you very kindly Dossa, it 
means the world to me." About stables--he's not even going to go there.

Myklan half-smiles at Kassima, "Aye...but they do smell warm and alive 
and ... hairy."

Telgar Weyr> Myklan SMACKS a hand over his mouth. I have NEVER my LIFE 
said 'aye' before :P

Telgar Weyr> Ilequor hasn't either. :)

Kassima crinkles her nose in thought, and catches a drop of stew-broth 
from her spoon with a finger. "Mmph. How does something smell when it 
smells hairy? I usually only associate smells with 'good,' 'bad,' or, 
'Sweet Faranth, clear that out of here! The fumes! My eyes, my *eyes*!'"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima whispers persuasively to Myklan, "The aye is your 
friend... the aye is your friend...."

Ceria moves closer to the assistant headwoman and glances back at Bacruise 
briefly. She mutters to Dossa, "... him... good... time with the 
drudges..." 

Telgar Weyr> Trila laughs.

Telgar Weyr> A'lex pokes Kassima in the aye.

Telin creels quietly, peering about at people.

Ceria moves past Dossa and refills her klah mug.

Myklan actually smirks at Kassima, as if he finds that funny.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima ayes A'lex with her one good aye. "Aye, aye, 
Captain."

Telgar Weyr> Ceria laughs at Kassi.

Trila retuns, having been called away to tend to Ansuth, and sends a 
salute t'wards those who weren't saluted before.

Ilequor cracks up. "I avoid those."

T'garrick walks in from the bowl.

Myklan comments around a sip of rootbrew, "I don't even want to know what 
you'll do with Ma's Klah, Auntie. Speaking of fumes."

T'garrick's massive shadow blocks the entrance for a second as he walks 
in.

Bacruise chuckles lightly at Kassima's comment and shakes his head, 
"Thankfully I've not smelled anything quite that ripe before."

Dossa looks over at Ceria and nods sharply as she pops a water chestnut 
slice into her mouth, crunching with affirmation.

Trila sends a salute t'wards T'garrick, and a greeting 'fore she tries to 
get the jist of the conversation before her.

Telin;'s creel gets a bit louder and he peers over at Bronwynn.

Myklan's head turns, at the sound of T'garrick's voice. He peers at the 
big man for a moment...then abruptly looks back at his soon-to-be-empty 
plates.

Jannea gets her empty plate and put them with the other dirty dishes. She 
then sneaks out of the gathering to the inner caverns.

Jannea walks towards the inner cavern.

Kassima grins at Myklan around a spoonful of stew--one of the last, to 
judge by her bowl. The woman can certainly eat when she wants to. "I 
imagine there'll be occasions for brewing it. Turnover... Gathers... every 
time someone scary is proddy... when they need something t'be cleaning the 
claw-marks from stone...." As the shadow falls over one of the 
lightsources nearish the entrance way, she looks up and nods to T'garrick 
in greeting. "G'deve, T'gar. The stew's decent today, if'n you're looking 
for a quick bite a'fore flying."

T'garrick rumbles a quiet, "Good Evening," before settling against a wall. 
"I usually eat after." He does pour himself a large flagon full of water, 
though. "Is the weather from the sweeps in?"

Canus walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Canus grins as he enters and sees a bunch of old friends, "Afternoon.

"Flight," Trila mutters, eyes still slightly dazed from something else. 
"Threadfall, yes Kassima?"

"Warm enough for a touch of turbulance, if'n naught we can't handle," 
Kassima reports at once. "But the Starsmiths have been predicting a haze, 
and it looks as though 'twere right. Everyone will have t'stay alert--the 
lessened visibility is the most dangerous aspect tonight, 'tis reported... 
aside, a'course, from Thread itself. Aye, Trila. Over Woodcraft."

Ilequor frowns. "No-one get hurt, right? I hate seeing people hurt."

"I knew this," Trila mutters, shaking her head slowly. "We /betweened/ 
today," she says, then, applying for a membership in the non sequitor 
club.

Myklan glances up at Trila for a moment, before going back to picking at 
his plates. Apparently, he decides he's finished, and picks up the tray he 
carried over. This is placed in the tubs.

T'garrick says "Haze. Condensation on the goggles at altitude too, then." 
He shakes his head. "We've done worse, often enough."

Canus grabs a mug of klah and a seat, grinning foolishly.

Dossa finishes her dinner and whisks the dishes away, still looking a mite 
annoyed.

Ceria smiles over at Canus. "Good to see you," she calls.

Kassima quirks a brow at Ilequor, and musters a faint smile. "If'n 
everyone's at their best performance level and we're very, very lucky, 
nay. 'Tis more likely there'll be at least *some* minor injuries. Possibly 
majors. Hopefully nay deaths." As she picks up her bowl, she nods briefly 
to Trila. "Lysseth keened," she answers quietly. "M'condolences t'you and 
your wingmates. It seems likely, T'garrick, aye--but at least there'll be 
nay lightning this time, nor over-strong winds, unless something blows up. 
The Starsmiths say 'twill nay."

Canus grins at Ceria, "You too!"

Bacruise nods hello to Canus and stands up. "Well, it's been a, " here he 
pauses, not sure just what it's been honestly, he decides on, "pleasure 
visiting with you all." Pushing his hair back over his shoulders he turns 
to leave.

Ilequor shrugs. "I'd still rather not see it," she says. "Sorry, but it's 
true."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima notes that Fall preps will start in, oh, 'bout ten 
minutes, in the Southern Bowl. :) *Snugs a Nel.*

Telgar Weyr> Fiton says, "Oh Ya, When is fall? I forgot"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Actual Fall will start at 9pm EST, roughly."

Telgar Weyr> Ilequor says, "Need one slightly confused staff member to 
give a hand? ;)"

Telgar Weyr> Fiton says, "Thanks"

Trila gives a sharp nod, a sigh expanding her chest visibly. "I was 
there," she adds, pursing her lips so that they are white. Nothing else, 
however, is said, and her comment, p'raps, went unheard.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima grins, sure. :) Could either ICly help the 
dragonhealers/healers with preparations in the Bowl, or catch a lift to 
Woodcraft to serve on groundcrews; that goes for all nonriders. :)

Dossa watches Bercruise leave, and, pouring herself a klah, mutters, "Now 
I know why I couldn't marry mother's choices. They're all like -that-."

Ceria's only response to Bacruise is a look of slight relief. She grins 
over at Dossa.

Telgar Weyr> Erdrick will try to be available for GCrewing. :)

Bacruise walks towards the inner cavern.

T'garrick's eyes tighten, but his jaw doesn't twitch and he says nothing. 
He takes a deep draught of water and scans the room until his gaze settles 
on Myklan.

Canus grins and winks at Dossa.

Myklan chuckles, just faintly, and smiles at Dossa, "He's not so bad. 
Really."

Myklan glances up, just in time to catch T'garrick's gaze. He holds it for 
half a moment...and then looks down at his boots from where he leans.

Telgar Weyr> Ilequor is available to be a Crewer. :)

Dossa sighs, and shakes her head. Bringing her klah to her seat, she lets 
it sit there while she looks thoughtfully out towards the bowl.

Kassima nods, distracted-like, to the departing Bacruise. Her expression 
is sympathetic as her gaze wanders back towards Trila. "I'd gathered. I 
could hope 'twas the last time you'd see a Wingmate die, but we both know 
that'd be a futile wish."

Telgar Weyr> Myklan is too, if anyone asks :D

Bronwynn quietly excuses herself and heads out to the bowl.

Bronwynn walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

"Terribly," Trila agrees, voice rather faint. "Chezroth looked for her."

T'garrick drains his mug of water and sets it aside. He walks up to stand 
near and a bit behind Myklan until the young man is freed to speak.

Lyam walks in from the bowl.

Lyam toddles in, still a little teary eyed, but hiding it well. He looks 
around, mischief warring with sadness on his face.

Kassima shakes her head slowly, tugging a sisal scarf from her pocket to 
begin the process of tying up her hair. "I've never seen that work, I have 
t'be saying, but on the off chance it *could*... well. Death, like life, 
happens. And I have to admit that I'm thankful there's a Fall tonight--a 
chance t'battle one's frustrations, as well as Thread. Speaking of which, 
lads and ladies--" That's to the folk at her table. "Best start cleaning 
up your plates. Preparations are bound t'start shortly."

Myklan apparently finishes inspecting his boots, because he looks back up, 
glancing around the Caverns.

Lyra walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Lyra follows behind Lyam by a few steps, tugging at one of her 'dogears'. 
"Lye....you're walking too fast."

Telin gives up on getting some food and flits off.

T'garrick says in a grave bass voice, "Myklan. I....A moment?"

Lyam hmfs at his sister. "Maybe you're just slow."

Myklan clears his own throat, to an embarrassing half-crack, "Ye-ES-sir?"

Lyra pipes, "Am not! You're too fast." She catches up, and puts a hand on 
his shoulder, looking faintly pouty.

Lyam scowls at his sister. "Grow longer legs."

Erdrick walks in from the bowl.

Lyra protests quietly, "They're as long as yours, little brother."

Erdrick walks in, dusting his hands off absently.

"Two minutes!" Lyam protests. "Two minutes does not make me the little 
brother, just the younger brother."

Kassima finishes securing her braid and pulls her riding helmet over it, 
snapping the chin-strap with an audible *click*. "Oh, and for those of you 
going t'Woodcraft as ground crew--" she thinks to say, "Lysseth relays 
t'me that the flamethrowers and tanks are stacked by the southwest wall, 
nay far from the firestone sacks."

Ceria finishes her dinner and carries her dishes over to the tub before 
heading outside.

Ceria walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Lyra says "Does so." With that she leaves off the fight, and inquires, 
"Want a cookie?"

T'garrick says "You...your family....you have my condolencses. M'kla and I 
impressed in the same hatching, half a pass ago, and in all that time, I 
swear to you, I have never met a more dedicated, more courageous 
greenrider. She was a beautiful woman, and I, we all, are fortunate that 
we have gotten to ride with her this long."

Trila walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Erdrick blinkblinks over at Kassi, "Ground Crew? Flamethrowers? Wood 
Craft? There's Fall today?"

T'garrick finishes, "I'm sorry." He then pulls on his riding helmet, as if 
to hide the expression in his mirror-brown eyes.

Myklan swallows a little, glancing at his spatting neice and nephew for a 
moment, before nodding back to the brownrider. He unleans, revealing 
that he's going to catch T'garrick in height, and probably bulk, at least 
one day. "She'd like that, Sir...she...wanted to serve. She always said 
so."

Dossa blinks, always the last to know. "M'kla? What's... happened?" She 
blinks again, looking around at faces. "Oh no." Her lip trembles, as the 
realization hits her.

Lyam looks conspiratorily at his sister. "C'mon," he whispers to her.
Ilequor says, "I didn't know that, either. Who goes on ground crew?"

Lyam walks towards the inner cavern.

Lyra paddles to the table, and peers up over the edge, then reaches 
around, groping for a cookie, as her stated intent.

Lyra catches sight of her brother's vanishing shape, and snags a handful, 
then scurries after.

Lyra walks towards the inner cavern.

Kassima nods once, briefly. "There is, over Woodcraft and the immediate 
demense. Those who want t'be serving should grab a tank and a ride--
nonriders, mostly, Ilequor, with decent aim and a sound head on their 
shoulders."

T'garrick nods, but, being a man of few words, says nothing. He pulls on 
his gloves to prepare for threadfall, and that says pretty much all he can 
say.

Lyam walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Lyra walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Erdrick nods and strides off toward the inner cavern, "I'll be there." He 
mutters something about having thought this fall was tomorrow, not today.

Erdrick walks towards the inner cavern.

Ilequor nods. "Well, do I count? I've never done this before, but I'm sure 
I can manage not to get my own feet."

Kassima, having said her piece, tugs on her own gloves and heads outside, 
followed by several of her Wingriders.

Lyam and Lyra stagger in under the weight of a broken flamethrower. Both 
have small pots on their heads. Walking resolutely up to Kassi, Lyam 
almost shouts, "We're ready, Commander Kassima Ma'am! Point us at the 
Thread!"

Myklan shakes himself visibly, then casts around. Apparently, an idea hits 
him, as he calls, "Wingleader? Is there room for another on groundcrew?" 
Hey, there's a first time for everything. Including the incredulous look 
he gives the pair of twins. What the...?

Lyra wriggles under the back half of the weight, almost tottering from 
side to side.

Erdrick walks here from the Inner Cavern.

Kassima calls over her shoulder first, though, "I should imagine so, 
Ilequor--" And then she's stopped by the evil Troublemint Twins. 
"Commander Kassima Ma'am?" she repeats, for once amused enough not to 
protest that latter word. "Methinks, m'dearios, that your Grandsire would 
kick m'rump all the way to Ruatha if'n I took you t'serve on groundcrew! 
Besides, the Dragonhealers need you a lot more, I daresay. Who'll help 
make sure they've got plenty of numbweed and thread set out if'n you 
don't?"

Erdrick walks back in from the inner cavern, dressed for ground crewing.

T'garrick heads out to the bowl.

T'garrick walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

And then, Kassi further calls to Myklan, "Always room for more, Mykkie; 
you'd certes be welcome if'n you wish t'be joining."

Lysseth> T'garrick strips off his goggles and spits into them.

Lyam scowls. "If that's what we have to do, I guess that's what we have to 
do. He sorta turns around to talk to Lyra. "Fine, if they're gonna be that 
way, back to the storeroom."

Myklan nods, and then marches over, pointing back the way the twins came, 
"You better scat, brats..." At least there's SOME affection in his voice 
when he says it.

Lyra eyes her young uncle...then sticks her tongue out, as she begins the 
retreat with Lyam.

Ilequor stands up. "Well, I'll come then."

Dossa hides her face with her hands, apparently moved with the bad news. 
She's oblivious to the leaving teams.

The look that Lyam gives his uncle, if he could, he'd throw the 
flamethrower at Myklan. He settles for sticking his tongue out and 
staggers back to the storeroom.

Lyam walks towards the inner cavern.

Myklan nods to Kassima as he straightens his tunic, then goes back to get 
the dark green leather jacket he seems to have adopted.

Lysseth> A'lex nods to T'garrick, "Evening, bout ready for tonight's 
activities?"

Kassima grins after the departing two. "At least Kay and Khari haven't 
tried *that* yet...." Shaking her head in amusement, she ducks outside.

Lyra walks towards the inner cavern.

You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

T'garrick rubs the spit around and wipes the goggles clean with a scrap of 
shirt tail before setting the goggles back into place. He then heads over 
to Chiloth, and with the bulging muscles of a smith-come-dragonrider of 
many turns, he easily picks up a heavy sack of stone and starts feeding it 
to Chiloth.

Ilequor comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.

Myklan comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.

"I am a dragonrider," T'garrick says gravely, as if that is all the answer 
he needs. Silly question.

Telgar Weyr> T'garrick says, "Wheee. Haven't done a fall in ages."

A'lex checks and double checks straps while Nraith makes desert out of 
some nice big firestone chunks. He replies to T'garrick, "And one of the 
best, at that."

Telgar Weyr> Ilequor has never done one. :)
Telgar Weyr> Erdrick has done 2 total.
Telgar Weyr> Myklan plays Significant Moment in my Character's Life music.
Telgar Weyr> A'lex fears you, Myk.

Lorieth backwings for a landing.

Telgar Weyr> Ilequor plays Symphonic Battle Scenes. So there. :)

Kassima takes a deep breath of the night air before lowering her own 
goggles, the better to avoid firestone dust in the eyes from the two sacks 
of medium-small-sized stone she procures for her dragon. "Weather reports 
haven't changed since m'last sweepriders came in, have they, Weyrleader?" 
she calls to 'Lex as she opens the first sack.

Telgar Weyr> Myklan grins. You should.

T'garrick dismisses the compliment with, "We all do our duty." He starts 
tossing firestone into Chiloth's maw, who cruches away happily as if he 
were going to a greenflight with a guarantee on winning rather than a 
threadfall.

Myklan goes to pool with the rest of the ground-crews to be, to get his 
flame thrower and instructions.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima is tempted to get out her CD and play 'Quest of 
Culhwch.'

Telgar Weyr> Ilequor says, "Never heard of it. :)"

Telgar Weyr> Dossa says, "It's Welsh, Kassi?"

A'lex turns as he finishes lacing up one of his boots, his tongue is 
pinched between his lips as if he was concentrating a bit too hard. He 
straightens, "Still the same, Wingleader."

Telgar Weyr> T'garrick says, "No, Classics for Toy Piano."

Telgar Weyr> Erdrick goes to get his Masterharper of Pern CD.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "It's from David Arkenstone's Celtic Book of 
Days. Great Fall/flight music. :)"

Ilequor follows Myklan, playing extra close attention to the instructions.

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn grabs Dare to Dream by Yanni.

Telgar Weyr> Dossa says, "Ooohs at J'lyn."

Telgar Weyr> Ilequor says, "Bother. I don't have it. :P"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Not exactly, but close enough. Based on the 
Mabinogion story, from what I can tell."

Telgar Weyr> Myklan is actually listening to some relaxation music, with 
parrot calls. Amazon Interlude.

Telgar Weyr> Ilequor has within easy finding ability, Symphonic Battle 
Scenes, the Needfire, a Rankin Family one - can't see which - Great Big 
Sea, a Royal Canadian Air Farce CD, and the Titanic CD. None of them 
worked but what I'm listening to. :)

Telgar Weyr> T'garrick feels like he has to match the trend, so throws in 
some Vangelis.

Telgar Weyr> Canus is listening to the Spawn soundtrack :)

Telgar Weyr> Myklan says, "It's a New Age Fall!"

Telgar Weyr> Erdrick plays 'Fighting Thread' :)

Telgar Weyr> Ilequor wants that one. :P

Telgar Weyr> A'lex puts in Cyndi Lauper. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Dossa puts in... hm. Metallica? Sure.

Telgar Weyr> Myklan puts on his Aura-Reading specs, and lights some 
incense.

Telgar Weyr> Myklan takes a deep breath, "I love the smell of firestone 
and wormwood in the morning!"

Telgar Weyr> Ilequor has a crystal ball somewhere... ;)

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn changes his mind and goes for Disney's Hero Songs. :)

Telgar Weyr> Erdrick has the perfect music for PernMUSHing since his CD 
/is/ Pern music. :)

Telgar Weyr> Ilequor wants it. I don't get it until my birthday, 
unfortunately. :P

Telgar Weyr> Canus has that one too

Lysseth crunches into the stone given her with barely-restrained 
impatience, her eyes already picking up flecks of red and her tail 
beginning to twitch. Kassima, satisfied, nods thanks to A'lex. 
"Excellent." To J'lyn and her other Wingmates, she shouts, "Assemble into 
formation, Thunderbolt, and make sure your goggles are absolutely clear!"

Telgar Weyr> Myklan changes his mind...and puts in Stargate Soundtrack in 
stead.

Chiloth starts umbling something, sending a small shower of black powder 
spraying everywhere. His rider sharply reprimands him, and makes him chew 
some more, before he mounts up. Apparently, at least this once, T'garrick 
will fly with Dawnslight again.

Telgar Weyr> Bronwynn is all about the Mulan soundtrack!

Nraith bends down so A'lex can toss a set of sacks over his neck. A'lex 
says, "Kassima, once Thunderbolt is assembled I need you for a 
moment."

A woman old and crusty enough to have been serving on ground crews since 
Fall began hands flamethrowers out to the crew volunteers, giving the 
instructions for their use in a rough voice. "If ye see anything that 
looks like Thread, flame it. Never, ever point the nozzle towards someone 
else. And if ye see a Thread burrowing, let one of us with the tanks know 
straight away!"

Kassima nods to A'lex, and jogs over in that direction as soon as her 
Wingmates are settled into place. It doesn't take long; at this point, 
most of them are veterans of Threadfall and have no confusions as to where 
they belong. "At your service, Weyrleader. What d'you need?"

A'lex zips his jacket and turns to the Greenrider, "You ready to lead us 
up tonight?"

Kassima's eyes widen fractionally; her brows are probably jumping into her 
hairline, but it's hard to see that behind her goggles. "You won't be 
leading us, Weyrleader?"

A'lex smirks, "M'hryn made me lead Fall plenty of times. I'm in charge 
now, so it's your turn. If you want to do it that is."

Lysseth continues to crunch what's left of her stone, swallowing it with a 
rumble of satisfaction. Her reddened eyes are turned on her Wingmates, 
subjecting them to as intense a scrutiny as Kassi ever could.

Ilequor looks at the machinery, but says nothing.

T'garrick  swings himself up to settle on the Brown's broad back and into 
the riding straps with practiced ease.

Myklan siddles up to Ilequor, "Hello again. Good to see you stayed. Don't 
worry abou t it...it's not as hard as it looks. I've practiced before."

Kassima is, momentarily, at a loss for words. Call the Harpers, folks. But 
she draws herself up straight, and gives A'lex as sharp a salute as you 
could please. "'Twould be m'honor t'serve, Weyrleader." And she sounds as 
though she means it. Only Fall can do that to this particular rider.

Ilequor nods, still looking at it. "I hope so. It looks confusing."

From up on Chiloth's broad back, T'garrick scrupulously checks his straps 
before he fastens them. Then he watches Kassima and Alex quietly.

Myklan shakes his head, "It's not. I'll show you once they get us to the 
ground. You just point, and hit that lever there."

A'lex grins, "Good. I know you'll do us proud." He turns back to Nraith 
and Shadowflame.

Kassima nods sharply to the Weyrleader, still looking slightly dumbfounded 
for a moment before she turns to the amassing ranks. "V'dan, Jirel, 
Alicienne," she yells to three Thunderbolters, "you three transport the 
crew volunteers. Shiara, Ylysse, you help 'em if'n they need more. Get 
your last sacks of stone, people, and get ready to move out!"

On Lorieth, J'lyn continues checking Lorieth's straps to his satisfaction 
then directs her to start mowing down on that pile in front of her.

Ilequor eyes the lever. "All right. I'll take your word for it. If you 
pull back does it stop, or does it do that by itself?"

Myklan says "You have to let it go...don't let it burn too long, or you'll 
heat up your handles."

Myklan mutters to Ilequor, "Not much thread... there to... the... feel..."

Myklan half-grins at Ilequor. "Or so I'm told."

Kassima walks back to her green's side, pausing just long enough to 
procure two sacks from the Weyrling chains. These, she fastens to 
Lysseth's straps, checking over the bindings as quickly as she's able. 
"Everyone in position, Jal?" she asks her Wingsecond.

Ilequor nods. She mutters to Myklan, "... but... gives us..." 

[Editor's Note:  I got disconned here, and may have missed a pose or two.]

Telgar Weyr> Kassima aughs and apologizes for her 'Net. My pose was the 
last thing I saw, I fear. :P

Telgar Weyr> T'garrick suggests we go fly now.

Telgar Weyr> T'garrick says, "Call me a traditionalist. :)"

You place one hand on Lysseth's neck and she warbles down at you fondly. 
You grin and scratch her eyeridges once before climbing up onto her lower 
neckridges, using the riding straps and Lysseth's thoughtfully offered 
foreleg.

Kassima swings onto her lifemate's back, buckling herself in quickly. 
"Mount up and get into formation, if'n you aren't already!" she bellows in 
her best projective Wingleaderly voice. "Everyone has the visualization 
for Woodcraft?"

<*> Erdrick walks out, looking for K'velin and Tredit, spotting them he 
walks over.

<*> Fiton nods to Myklan, "May I join the ground crews?"

<*> Fiton moves his head as Autumn takes his familar perch on His 
shoulder.

<*> K'velin grins down at Erdrick as he walks over, "Hop on and I'll 
convey you over."

<*> From up on Chiloth's broad back, T'garrick gives an affirmative along 
with the rest of his wing.

<*> A'lex gives Kassima the ready signal from Shadowflame.

<*> A'lex climbs up Nraith's riding straps, with a bit of assistance from 
a graciously extended foreleg. He settles in between two forward 
neckridges and straps himself in.

<*> Erdrick gets up on Tredith and straps himself in, nodding to K'velin.

<*> K'velin looks to his Wingleader and waits.

Kassima nods at these various signals of readiness, and raises her hand to 
the sky--then drops it, in the signal for take-off.

<*> Lysseth spreads her wings to their full extent, bringing them down 
with a rush of wind as she leaps nimbly into the air.

You spring into the air and catch the thermals rising from the bowl floor 
to carry you aloft.

<*> Nraith rises up from the bowl.

Dragon> Telgar dragons sense that Chiloth Rumbles.

<*> Lorieth rises up from the bowl.

<*> Chiloth rises up from the bowl.

Dragon> Telgar dragons sense that Lysseth rumbles to her fellow dragons, 
<< Be ready to go *between*. We will be flying over Woodcraft tonight. 
(OOC: the command will be dtu btw woodcraft.) >>

<*> Lysseth rumbles her approval of her own Wing's formation, and, for 
that matter, the other Wings' also. Kassi seems to share that approval; 
after a quick look at the airborne Wings, she signals again, this time for 
the jump *between*.

<*> Lysseth disappears into Between.

Between
You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear 
nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest!

You suddenly emerge...

<*> Lysseth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

<*> Nraith emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

<*> Chiloth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Dragon> Telgar dragons sense that Ansuth lets curiousity flicker forth, 
oranges dancing 'cross Telgar-mind with classic Ansuth-desire to learn. 
<< You fly Thread. >> It is a statement, but a question.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima ohs! And 'Ling dragons curious to hear the Fall-
related dragon chat should dtu hear +fall, I should mention. :)

Dragon> Chezroth bespoke Telgar Weyrlings with << one day soon, you too 
will be helping to protect Pern. It is a great responsibility. >>

<*> Lorieth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

<*> Chiloth's position in the Dawnslight is almost annoyingly perfect. Of 
course, the little, chipper umbling he does as he arrives just sounds 
dippy.

Dragon> Telgar dragons sense that Ansuth is both excited and apprehensive 
about that, slightly golden silvers twirling, mingling coalescing to form 
his presence. << It is frightening? >>

<*> Shadowflame wings into position with Nraith at point.

<*> Lysseth emerges from *between* with the rest of her Wingmates, roaring 
an immediate challenge to the as-yet-unseen Thread, and the all-too-
visible haze that decreases visibility and makes working conditions 
somewhat less than ideally pleasant. The temperature is warm, but not 
unbearably so, and air currents buoyed by this warmth play at the dragons' 
wings with a deceptively light touch.

<*> Though a blue at the foremost lines of formation targets a clump of 
Thread with accuracy and skill, the tangle is too large for his burst of 
flame to eradicate. Half-charred remains drift past, very near to bronze 
Nraith, as the front-line blue catches his breath enough to bugle a 
warning.

Dragon> Telgar dragons sense that Lysseth's reply is brief, not from a 
desire to be rude, but due to preoccupation. << There is no room for 
fear, >> she answers simply.

<*> From the Grounds, Myklan comes through the gate from the Courtyard.

<*> Nraith rocks the skies with a roar of challenge to the dread menace. 
He dives, lighting the hazy sky with red-orange flame and incinerates the 
errant clump until it is just blackdust.

<*> From the Grounds, Ilequor comes through the gate from the Courtyard.

<*> From the Grounds, Erdrick comes through the gate from the Courtyard.

<*> From the Grounds, Daniel comes through the gate from the Courtyard.

<*> Dragonfire cuts blazing swaths through a thick curtain of Thread that 
is suddenly falling from above, but a few scattered patches manage to 
escape nonetheless. Green Lysseth of Thunderbolt might be near enough to 
catch one of these, but it would be a stretch....

<*> From the Grounds, The groups begin to split up into teams of four or 
five, as the dragons high above begin to meet the ancient enemy. "Spread 
out!" bellows the leader.

Dragon> Telgar dragons sense that Ansuth is pleased with the answer, 
logical cobalt tinging tone as: << You work too hard to fear. I 
understand. >>

<*> From the Grounds, Bazin follows, hefting flamethrower as he scatters, 
hurrying left to watch, to wait, to wonder.

<*> From the Grounds, Ilequor spreads out, mismatched eyes peering almost 
straight up until her attention is brought back to the ground.

<*> From the Grounds, Erdrick heads toward a large patch of trees and 
watches, waiting.

<*> From the Grounds, Daniel hefts his flamethrower and looks around for 
any burrows.

<*> Lysseth trumpets with fierce delight at this approach of her old 
enemy, and gladly skims along a thermal to target that Thread with a long 
plume of fire. Crackdust drifts down from the cinders that remain, a 
gentle snowfall of black.

<*> From the Grounds, Daniel sneezes.

<*> Buffeted about in the backdrafts caused by dragon wings, a sizeable 
tangle escapes a Thunderbolt blue to come within the range of Chiloth.

<*> Chiloth plunges into the fray with a gusto that is unmatched among 
many of the much younger browns. He bellows a gout of flame large enough 
to enswallow the whole clump, and, as it disappears into char, adds the 
tiniest belly roll to celebrate. His rider sighs, but keeps flying.

<*> Lorieth twists oddly to attack a particularly nasty clump of tangled 
Thread. Nauseating silvery strands turn to black charred dust. The sight 
causes the large green to bugle triumphantly then dive after more to sear.

<*> The winds carry three patches of Thread, two small and one rather 
large, towards a Aerie blue. The beleaguered dragon takes out one of the 
small patches, but the other two are coming too close, too fast--so he 
blinks *between* with a last warning trumpet to Lorieth and Nraith, who 
are now closest to the Thread that remains.

<*> Lysseth pumps her wings once, twice, sending the crackdust drifting 
with the backdraft as she seeks out another patch to consume with fire. 
Though the beginning of the Fall is straggly, it's thickening fast, and 
there are plenty to choose from--almost too many, as it turns out. Fire 
lashes across first one tangle, then another, but a small fragment of 
Thread from the second escapes charring. Lyss and Kassi blink *between* to 
avoid it--with a curse, no doubt--leaving it to drift on its merry way 
towards the vicinity of the ground crews.

<*> From the Grounds, Daniel grips his flamethrower nozzle tightly as the 
Thread drifts down.

<*> Nraith rumbles to Lorieth, then takes the dive towards the clump, 
searing all but a small strand, which falls groundwards, past the Queens 
wing, towards Daniel.

<*> From the Grounds, Myklan calls out, his attempted bellow becoming a 
soprano shriek as he points out the falling bit that got past the dragons.

<*> From the Grounds, Daniel squeeks and raises his 'thrower.

<*> From the Grounds, Bazin wiggles his free hand, pointing t'wards the 
Thread 'fore he cannot hold the 'thrower with one hand. So he waits, 
watches, hopes.

<*> As a Starblaze green darts down to catch a clump missed by a blue 
wingmate, a patch of Thread falls through her position and down towards 
bronze Nraith.

<*> From the Grounds, Erdrick watches and watches Daniel with one eye, 
ready to help if needed.

<*> Chiloth weaves and ducks, passing off to a nearby bronze when the 
angle is poor, taking the gob of thread from a blue who has to duck 
between. The battle in the sky is heating up, and Dawnslight is in the 
thick of it.

<*> From the Grounds, Daniel sprays the small clump as it comes within 
range, reducing it to char.

<*> Lysseth returns to formation, still simmering slightly to judge by her 
crimson eyes. Still, the performance of the Wings and Thunderbolt in 
particular do much to assauge both dragon and rider... and so does the 
arrival of a large, grotesquely entangled clump, which is swiftly treated 
to a display of the green's fire. My, what incindiery breath you have, 
Lysseth? The better to flame you with, my dear!

<*> From the Grounds, From Daniel's shoulder, Cinder chitters as 
Threadfall continues.

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

<*> From the Grounds, Bazin would applaud, of course -- but that 
'thrower's far too heavy for him to do so. So a sharp nod's given t'wards 
Daniel in approval as he waits, ready.

<*> Aerie wheels and attacks a sheet of Thread that falls fast and steady. 
The charring singes most of the thread, but sends some remnants scattering 
towards the groundcrews.

<*> From the Grounds, Daniel glares at the approaching Thread, raising his 
'thrower again.

<*> Bronze Argoth, rising back to his Wing's formation from a dive which 
caught a small tangle, is forced to meet Thread at uncomfortably close 
range. He blasts it with a short spate of searing fire, then jumps 
*between* to avoid the rest, leaving a mostly-charred mass with, perhaps, 
one or two wriggling Threads left still alive... and quite happy, if 
Thread could be happy, to be heading towards the ground near Myklan right 
about now.

<*> As a Thunderbolt green is forced to veer swiftly to one side to avoid 
having Thread slamming into her, the ragged tangle drifts towards Chiloth 
and J'lyn's green in a downward spiralling motion.

<*> From the Grounds, Ilequor eyes the bits as well, still watching. As 
the Thread drifts closer to her, she aims the thrower almost straight up 
and at it and fires it off randomly. She actually gets the piece and 
manages to turn it off before it burns her hands.

<*> From the Grounds, Erdrick sees a clump falling towards him and the 
grove of trees he's near and raises his thrower, aiming carefully.

<*> From the Grounds, Daniel spots a single Thread drifting towards his 
and sears it quickly.

<*> Chiloth rolls sideways, checking the roll to keep himself a smaller 
target and keep those long wings out of the way of the drifting clump. He 
releases a puff of flame that races along much of the clump that is near 
him.

<*> From the Grounds, Erdrick blasts the clump of Thread into ash, cutting 
the flame just a little bit after it's reduced to ash, to be sure it's 
dead.

<*> On Lorieth, J'lyn dives towards the clump that's falling faster than 
she can get. Flame erupts from her muxxle, but only sears the top part of 
what's left, leaving a good portion to fall to the ground crew.

Kassima shouts to the Wings, "There's too bloody much getting through! 
Tighten formations and beware that haze!" Though her voice isn't loud 
enough to carry as far as it would need to, Lysseth's silent reinforcement 
of the order will. The green has just enough time to attend to that before 
veering towards a wavering strand that had escaped a brown of the upper 
levels, chasing it down to flame it to ash with a near-vindictive 
fierceness.

<*> Dragonfire cuts blazing swaths through a thick curtain of Thread that 
is suddenly falling from above, but a few scattered patches manage to 
escape nonetheless. Green Lysseth of Thunderbolt might be near enough to 
catch one of these, but it would be a stretch....

<*> From the Grounds, Daniel wipes the sweat from his eyes and grips his 
'thrower's nozel tightly.

<*> From the Grounds, Myklan sets his jaw, and waits...until the nasty 
wriggling mass comes into range. Then he opens up the 'thrower full 
throttle, using about twice as much flame as he needs to make the deadly 
stuff turn into silvery ash. *sizzle*

Telgar Weyr> Kassima giggles. Sizzle. Makes me think of Thread as sausage.

<*> From the Grounds, Erdrick sees two clumps falling near him and heads 
to the closest one, leaving the other to someone closer to it.

<*> From the Grounds, Daniel follow Erdrick to catch the clump he missed. 
It sizzles as his 'thrower engulfs it in flame.

<*> From the Grounds, Erdrick blasts his clump to ashes, inspecting them 
before turning his eyes back to he skies.

<*> From up on Chiloth's broad back, Chiloth straightens, and tries to 
follow the remains of J'lyn's clump down, but it passes into the Golds 
range before he can get to it. He returns to his position in the wing.

<*> From the Grounds, Ilequor blasts another shot. Turns out it wasn't 
Thread thread. Just someone's shedding hair. Oops.

<*> From the Grounds, Daniel pokes his scorched clump with his 'thrower 
nozzle, turning it over to check for any live Thread.

<*> As a Thunderbolt green is forced to veer swiftly to one side to avoid 
having Thread slamming into her, the ragged tangle drifts towards Lorieth 
and A'lex's bronze in a downward spiralling motion.

<*> From the Grounds, From Daniel's shoulder, Cinder chitters at the 
Thread still above.

<*> And since when has Lysseth refused a challenge? Mindful of her own 
rider's instructions, she sights the patch carefully before flaming, 
keeping the fire going perhaps a bit over-long to make sure that nothing 
remains. An irritated rumble is given to yet another strand wavering out 
of her range; perhaps someone else could catch it, but it still seems more 
apt to be the target of either Queen's Wing or ground crews.

<*> Shadowflame banks sharply to cut across the leading edge of fall at a 
slightly lower altitude to catch the errant strands missed by said Green.

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

Kassima mutters epithets under her breath, reaching for one of her spare 
firestone sacks to fish out more rock for Lysseth to chew. The green's 
flame doesn't seem to be guttering yet, but the pair's long partnership 
has given Kassi an edge in knowing when resupply is needed. Lysseth twists 
abruptly, fixing on a tangle that was briefly illuminated by her last 
fireburst, nearly causing the Wingleader to lose her grip on the stone--
and then she's jostled again by a second sharp veer, this time to catch 
the swiftly-moving patch, before blinking *between* to avoid yet a third.

<*> From the Grounds, Erdrick catches a small clump that slipped through 
with his flame thrower, using just enough flame.

Telgar Weyr> Ilequor says, "G'night telgar! Assume I did what was 
necesarry, I suppose. :)"

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

<*> Lorieth powerdives upwards at an angle to attack the Thread that 
threatens her, her wingmates and her home world.

<*> From the Grounds, Erdrickwaits, scanning the skies to watch for any 
thread that misses the riders above.

Dragon> Threadfall Comm sense that Lysseth instructs in a low, half-
distracted rumble, << The small dragons who tire should return to the 
Weyr, and reforcements, join your Wings. We fly well, but be cautious! The 
ash is not doing much to lessen this haze. >>

<*> Above, a Thunderbolt bronze runs out of firestone at just the wrong 
moment. Yelled curses from the rider are carried by the wind to the ears 
of other fighters as he and his dragon disappear *between*, leaving green 
Lysseth to deal with the Thread.

<*> Nraith blinks between as the wind catches a loose strand of thread and 
pitches it back up towards Shadowflame.

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

<*> Nraith returns about 30 meters higher than where he left, and dives 
back into position to envelop the newest tangle in a fiery hug.

<*> Lysseth snarls defiance at the Thread, swallowing her latest 
installment of 'stone just in time to attack the errant tangle. Though 
that one is roasted, toasted, and made marketable as Rotisserie Gold 
Thread, another patch missed by the same bronze suffers only half of the 
death-by-fire intended for it by R'huen and Siuenth beyond. The wind tugs 
it beyond their reach, then lets it fall, its target the green grounds 
that await, so lushly inviting, below.

<*> From Chiloth's neck ridges, With a natural sense born of long turns as 
a wingleader, T'garrick has his eye on the whole wing. He alerts a 
greenrider, who ducks between to avoid a tangle, even as Chiloth is 
corkscrew spiraling around a nasty clump of his own.

<*> As a Dawnslight dragon above shifts position, a light clump of Thread 
plummets just past his wingtip to head ever-closer to the ground below. 
But Chiloth is close by, and just might catch it in time....

<*> From the Grounds, Erdrick notes the clump missed by Siuenth and walks 
over, aiming his thrower as he waits for it to get in range.

<*> It takes an odd twist following his corkscrew, but Chiloth repositions 
in time to follow the thread down and burn it before the gold wing needs 
to.

<*> From the Grounds, Myklan comes over a rise, with a smudged cheek and 
flushed features. The tank and flamethrower look like they've been getting 
a little use a bit further on.

<*> A brown dragon's bellow of pain is abruptly cut off as he and his 
rider seek the Thread-killing cold of *between*. By the time he reappears, 
it has gone beyond his range and crossed into the skyspace near 
Shadowflame's Nraith.

<*> From the Grounds, Erdrick blasts the incomming clump to char before it 
hits the ground, watching it a moment to be sure it's dead.

<*> Nraith roars challenge as Shadowflame follows him into a steep dive 
towards the Thread that dared to injure another Telgar Dragon. Flame 
erupts from his maw, billowing forward and wrapping itself around the 
evil, silver, bad stuff and rendering it harmless.

<*> Judging by the smaller number of silver tangles littering the sky, the 
'Fall is lessening -- at least for now. However, the sky is not yet 
Thread-free; the two ragged patches making their way towards Lorieth are 
ample proof of that.

<*> Mirabilis, on her blue Isiekueth, shouts a warning to Lysseth and 
Kassi--and the rider curses as the Thread approaching them becomes 
abruptly visible. The green does eradicate it with a great, billowing ball 
of fire, but must needs dart *between* to avoid having her nose crisped 
off by her own flame, to her probable chagrin. C'row and his Servoth 
attend to a patch that falls through the briefly vacated position in the 
meanwhile; when he's through, the one thing you can say for the remains is 
that they're smokin'.

<*> Lorieth swoops around to bring both clumps in order to make them one 
large clump, then hovers to belch forth a giant fireball to wipe the 
Thread from the skies.

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

<*> Lysseth is tired, now, from the long fight against the Threads, but 
still retains enough dexterity for a dip and wingtip turn that brings her 
shoulder--and rider--out of danger. Her green head snakes about to face 
the Thread, and, eyes whirling with menace, she annihilates the silver 
ropes. Take that!

[Editor's Note:  Another discon.  The one thing I hate about breaks from
school is having to use Mom's dial-up connection, I swear.]

<*> As the Threadfall finally comes to a halt, Lysseth and her Wingmates 
patiently wait long enough to be sure no more spores of death will be 
forthcoming. When this is indeed evident, the green wearily rumbles, and 
her rider signals for the Wings' sweepriders to begin looking for burrows.

<*> From the Grounds, Erdrick sees the end of the fall and starts walking 
around, thrower ready, looking for evidence of burrows from the ground.

<*> Nraith breaks off from Shadowflame as they begin Sweeps under Meli's 
stern leadership.

<*> Nraith backwings to a landing in the WoodCraft Area Grounds.

Dragon> Threadfall Comm sense that Lysseth rumbles, sounding rather tired, 
<< Given the conditions, we flew well, and there are no mortalities. This 
is a good thing. My rider says that those with injuries or who suffer 
exhaustion should return to the Weyr now. >>

<*> From the Grounds, From betwixt Nraith's neckridges, A'lex says "Ho 
Groundcrews! How goes? Any sign of burrow?"

<*> Chiloth looks fresh enough to sweep, and does so.

<*> From the Grounds, Erdrick calls up, "None that I can see. Think we got 
everything in this area."

Kassima signals J'lyn to take charge of the Wing, then, as Lysseth drops 
in a spiral towards the grounds below, probably with the intent of 
offering conveyance back to the Weyr. A few dragons of her Wing detach 
themselves and follow, likely under silent orders.

<*> From the Grounds, Myklan staggers up, and nods. He's actually carrying 
two flamethrowers at this point, followed by a footsore girl from the 
caverns. "Nossir...none found."

<*> From the Grounds, Seated atop Nraith, A'lex nods, "Excellent. Take one 
more sweep around. The air sweeps will be done soon. If anyone needs a 
lift back, Nraith is willing to take a few passengers."

You backwing to a landing in the WoodCraft Area Grounds.

<*> Lorieth backwings to a landing in the Grounds.

<*> Erdrick nods, "I can get a ride back with K'velin and Tredith." He 
then starts off on another sweep of the grounds.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima thanks everyone who participated in the Fall. I 
thought it was a good one! :) I'll have a log posted after I get home from 
break.

Telgar Weyr> Alyssa hugs Kassima. Sorry I wasn't here. :/

<*> Myklan starts helping others get the throwers that are spent packed up 
for transport back to the Weyr.

<*> Lysseth spirals to a less than perfectly graceful, but at least neat 
landing, ash drifting down from her wings to join that already marring the 
ground. "Duties to Woodcraft and her Masters," Kassima calls by rote, 
unbuckling the straps that hold her in place.

<*> From betwixt Nraith's neckridges, A'lex pulls cargo nets out of a bag 
on Nraith's straps and attaches it so he can carry spent tanks back to 
Telgar.

You slide off of Lysseth's neck to land beside her easily. She rumbles, 
cocking her head down at you, and you rub her eyeridges gratefully.

Erdrick arrives from his ground sweep and walks over to Nraith and A'lex, 
"No signs I could see from the ground."

Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "Anyone who wants a ride back on Nraith, c'mon 
aboard. :)"

Kassima gives her dragon's side a fond slap, then sets stride towards 
A'lex and the ground crews. "The sweep riders haven't yet reported any 
burrows," she informs the Weyrleader, with a salute. "Our ground crews 
were extremely efficient tonight, it seems."

High atop Nraith, A'lex nods, "Good work Erdrick." He grins.

Erdrick grins, "Thanks."

Telgar Weyr> Alyssa says, "Ooh, me me!"

High atop Nraith, A'lex calls down to Kassima, "They do us proud."

Myklan steps up onto Nraith's foreleg and grabs ahold of riding straps, 
hauling himself up the great Bronze neck.

High atop Nraith, Myklan pulls himself up hesitantly onto the bronze with 
the help of the straps. Once up there, he actually looks a little 
intimidated.

From betwixt Nraith's neckridges, A'lex turns back to grin at Myklan, 
"Need a hand with the straps? They're rigged for fighting, so may buckle a 
little differently."

Kassima bobs her head once. "Aye, sir. As did the Wings, methinks. If'n 
others need a ride back, Lyss and I can offer it, and Servoth and Siuenth 
are hale enough yet t'be taking the equipment back to the Weyr."

Seated atop Nraith, Myklan shakes his head, "Nossir...I know the straps." 
He's quick enough to reconfigure them for himself, "Nraith's just...
bigger, sir."

From betwixt Nraith's neckridges, A'lex nods, "That's true. He's a grand 
old lummox."

Erdrick shrugs off his thrower and puts it with the others, noting the 
tank is not quite full. "A full fall with one tank, not bad." he says to 
himself.

The aforementioned brownrider and bronzerider, dismounting, begin 
gathering up the equipment brought by the Telgarians for transport back. 
Kassi oversees this, leaning against her lifemate's dust-marked shoulder, 
and nods her permission when the two look to her before taking off. 
"J'lyn, were any injuries reported in the Wing?"

Astride Nraith, A'lex grins down at Erdrick, "Skilled and Frugal. You 
should be working for Rhiallya." He looks back at Myklan, "Ready there?"

High atop Nraith, Myklan tugs his second-hand riding jacket around his 
shoulders. The poor old green thing's not gonna fit him much longer. "All 
ready, sir."

High atop Nraith, A'lex nods, "See you all back home."

Nraith lifts up into the air.

On Lorieth, J'lyn shakes his head. "Not that I'm aware of, Kassi."

High above, Tredith appears from *between* with a cold rush of air!

Tredith backwings to land.

Kassima nods in a sort of tired satisfaction. "Good. Too much may have 
gotten through, but if'n there were few injuries, that's still a welcome 
blessing. All right, then--let's head back to Telgar."

You place one hand on Lysseth's neck and she warbles down at you fondly. 
You grin and scratch her eyeridges once before climbing up onto her lower 
neckridges, using the riding straps and Lysseth's thoughtfully offered 
foreleg.

<*> On Lorieth, J'lyn nods and follows his wingleader and her dragon back 
up into Pern's skies and home to Telgar.

<*> Lysseth springs from the ground, the air from her wings churning up 
dust as she takes to the skies.

You lift up into the air above the WoodCraft Hall.

<*> From the Grounds, Erdrick grins seeing Tredith and K'velin, "I see you 
two made it through the fall without getting scored, for once."

<*> Lorieth wings up the grounds of the WoodCraft hall.

<*> From the Grounds, From Tredith's back, K'velin chuckles and grins down 
at Erdrick, "Yes we did. Come on up and we'll pop back to the Weyr."

Dragon> Threadfall Comm sense that Lysseth instructs, << All but those who 
haven't finished their sweeps should head back now. The ground crew has 
not reported any barrows--good work on both our part and theirs. >>

<*> Lysseth disappears into Between.

Between
You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear 
nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats...
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest!

You suddenly emerge...

<*> Lysseth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

<*> From the South, From the Telgar Star Stones, Kl'loh's brick-brown 
Yoxath rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to green Lysseth and her 
rider, Kassima, welcoming them home.

<*> Lorieth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

<*> From the South, From the Telgar Star Stones, Kl'loh's brick-brown 
Yoxath rears on hind legs and bugles a greeting to green Lorieth and her 
rider, J'lyn, welcoming them home.

You fly downwards towards the southern end of the bowl.

You fly downwards towards the ground.

You backwing for a landing on sands of the bowl.

You slide off of Lysseth's neck to land beside her easily. She rumbles, 
cocking her head down at you, and you rub her eyeridges gratefully.

Myklan turns, and heads into the caverns, trying to ignore the cranky, 
rumbling sound of his belly.

Myklan walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.


15   Kassima           Mon Mar 15 21:37 1999 Fall Results

	Though the amount of Thread to get through the Wings during the Fall 
over Woodcraft was more than most might have liked, there was good news to 
balance the bad: all injuries were of the minor variety, none requiring a 
grounding longer than three sevendays, and no burrows were reported--due 
in part to the very efficient work of the groundcrews. Many thanks go to 
everyone who participated. :)

...................................TGW...................................


A'lex comes out of the short tunnel from the living cavern.

A'lex slautes around, congratulates around and does the general 'yea' 
thing.

Kassima is leaning heavily against her dragon's shoulder, apparently 
listening to a report of injuries from one of the novice Dragonhealers; at 
the Acting Weyrleader's arrival, she straightens and salutes, mostly by 
reflex. "There don't appear to have been any serious injuries, sir," she 
reports.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima posts a notice on the +bboard about the Fall 
results. :)

A'lex grins, "Good work. You lead well." His chin quivers, "I'm so proud." 
He winks.

Kassima snorts with amusement, eyes actually twinkling a bit in their mask 
of ash-streaks. "Gi' on wi' ye, now," she drawls in an exaggerated version 
of her own brogue. She sobers swiftly enough. "The amount of Thread t'be 
getting through was considerably less than ideal, though. Mostly because 
of the haze, a'course, but still... 'tis fortunate that we'd such good 
groundcrews this time."

A'lex nods, "I agree, everyone should be commended this night."

Kassima nods in weary but total agreement. "Indeed, including Faranth for 
sending us the luck t'have nay mortalities. There's been *enough* death--
especially including the loss of that Weyrling earlier today."

Above, From the Telgar Star Stones, Kl'loh's brick-brown Yoxath rears on 
hind legs and bugles a greeting to gold Chaluth and her rider, Anlin of 
Fort Weyr.

Above, Chaluth bugles her arrival

Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "Just and FYI, Anlin and Chaluth had offered to 
fly with the Queen's wing tonight. However Anlin couldn't get on so she's 
coming for the post fall as if she'd been there."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Coolness. :)"

Chaluth backwings for a landing.

Bronwynn walks here from the north.

Upon Chaluth, Anlin shrugs out of her jacket

Anlin dismounts from Chaluth's back easily, barely taking advantage of the 
kindly offered foreleg.

A'lex salutes the Queen and Queenrider as they land, "Nice work this 
evening. Fort trains well."

Bronwynn gives a crisp salute as she passes through.

Bronwynn walks beneath the lintel and disappears into the living cavern.

Anlin smiles, shaking out her hair, and gives a bow to those gathered. 
"Thank you, though with Telgar's well trained Wings, I dare say we hadn't 
much to do"

A'lex grins, "Well a little more got through than normall would, but the 
haze was a bit harsh. Thank Faranth for our crack groundcrews."

Chaluth warbles greetings, looking around for Nraith

Kassima levers herself up from her slump against Lysseth, checking over 
the dragon's straps for what's probably the second time. "Another set 
we'll have t'replace," she chides her dragon lightly. "I swear, I don't 
know how you're so hard on 'em, Sky-Lady." Craning her head about, she 
nods an agreement with A'lex. "More t'do than I'd have wished, but the 
Queen's Wing performed as marvelously as ever--perhaps moreso with you 
with us, queenrider."

A'lex grins up at Chaluth, "He's in the hotsprings washing off. If you're 
looking for who I think you're looking for."

Anlin rolls her eyes at Chaluth. "What's up with you? Proddy or just being 
a pest?"

Chaluth snorts at Anlin, dips a regal nod to A'lex, and heads off to the 
springs

Anlin says "Hey hey hey.. wait up there you..!"

Erdrick walks here from the north.

Chaluth stops mid crouch, turning for instructions?

Erdrick walks in, heading toward the living cavern.

A'lex laughs, "She's more than welcome to take a dip."

"Washing," Kassi comments, "is a very good idea." Tugging off Lysseth's 
straps, she urges the green, "Go soak in the Lake, nefarious beast, and 
play with the lilies to your heart's content."

Lysseth warblerumbles a contented agreement, and lumbers off to do just 
that.

Lysseth lumbers north.

Anlin sighs, working on the straps quickly. "You have a single track 
mind.. going off and ruining another pair of straps, and my jacket no 
less!" With skilled hands, and Turns of practice, she sheds the equipment 
from her mount swiftly

A'lex says "Play with the lillies? That's how my father used to refer to 
getting rid of unwanted pets." He says in a gruff voice, "You take care of 
it, Alexi, or we'll be sending it to play with the lillies." He shivers, 
"Thank Faranth he never really did." He grins at Anlin and Chaluth."

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

Kassima chuckles at the queen's foibles, then summons a grin for the 
Weyrleader. "Lysseth loves water-lilies," she explains. "Loves t'cover 
herself in 'em--loves most t'go flying over places *while* covered in 'em, 
lunatic creature, but I rarely let her do that. Nay certain how Holds 
would take a rain of flowers from the sky. She hasn't killed anyone with 
'em yet, though."

A'lex laughs, "Great, maybe I should send her to shower my folks on their 
handfasting anniversary."

Anlin grins back at A'lex, and blushes at Kassima, "Just doing the best we 
know how.. can't let Fort's reputation be tarnished you know." Looking 
back at A'lex she adds, "I appreciate the offer to let her go frolick in 
the waters, but I don't appreciate a ruined jacket.. nor the firehead that 
would surely ensue after wearing it wet between."

A'lex nods, "An impatient one she is then? I keep hoping the weavers will 
come up with a way to waterproof strap leather. It'd make life so much 
easier."

Chaluth looks around to make sure she's not loaded with any more of 
Anlin's precious cargo, then heads off

Chaluth takes flight, using the thermals rising from the bowl to carry her 
aloft.

"Don't give her any ideas! She'd adore that, and 'twould probably convince 
her everyone secretly wants t'be covered in soggy lilies." Sighing, Kassi 
runs an ungloved hand through her bangs, grimacing at the ash that streaks 
her hand when she's through. "If'n there's naught else you need from me, 
sir, 'twill be heading to the Cavern for a bite of food ere I clean m'self 
off and collapse into bed."

A'lex shakes his head, "Reports by morning will be fine, there were no 
casualties."

Kassima nods and, with yet another salute, trudges to the Living Cavern.

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.