First Fall - Araelen Weyr's Island

[M'kel]

Thread fell briefly over the mainland, wreaking damage on Celos Sea Hold, the extent of which is currently unknown. It then proceeded harmlessly out across the ocean until it reached the island of Araelen Weyr. The grounded Weyrlings and Weyrfolk are currently scrambling to make it to the safety of the Weyr, while the dragons have gone back in time for their dragons to chew firestone and cover the retreat of the beachgoers.

The Wings have finally taken to the sky! The final stragglers are still making their way to the Weyr. The Weyrlings are grounded, so they must either bag firestone, aid in the infirmary, or have their dragonets chew firestone to chase down stray Thread, because, yes, Thread is actually falling INTO the Bowl. You can choose what your Weyrling pair will do.

The Dawnflames are flying the upper level, the Cloudbandits and Stormchasers are in the middle (left and right respectively), the Seablades are on the lower level, and the Queen's Wing is the lowest.

Here are the results of the first round of Thread fighting to be rped out as you like (you may want to correspond with the other member whose character is potentially colliding with your own, or simply post and assume their actions).


Round 1

Collisions

STORMCHASERS:

D’rom: Near Miss
K’ji: Blunder
Ravyna: Near Miss

D’rom and Ravyna nearly hit each other after K’ji blunders, but manage to swerve out of the way!

DAWNFLAMES:

T’ren: Blunder

SEABLADES:

B’kay: Near Miss
S’pren: Dragon Injured on back right leg – minor injury, minor bruises and scrapes
Minelli: Minelli injured majorly in chest, nearly thrown from saddle (return to infirmary), dragon minorly injured in stomach

Giyriath crashes into Elainuth's side. As he struggles to get free, his back legs bruise Elainuth’s stomach, and his front leg accidentally hits Minelli in the chest. As Elainuth was also thrashing, she scratched Giyriath’s back right leg.

CLOUDBANDITS:

M'kel: Blunder
Anya: Dragon injured in wing, rider nearly thrown but not, return to infirmary

Tirenth blunders into Lyonesth’s wing after she swerves to avoid thread

Thread

STORMCHASERS:

D’gellin: Singed
Felina: Dragon injured – minor back injury
Journye: Near miss
N’yrl: Near miss

DAWNFLAMES:

L’kas: Rider injured – Minor left hand injury
Q’tris: Dragon injured – major stomach injury, will scar
Shikai: Both injured – major left hand injury (return to infirmary), minor left side injury
Calysta: Near miss

SEABLADES:

S’lem: Both injured – major left side injury for S’lem, back right leg minor injury for dragon
H’run: Dragon injured – right wing, minor injury
Minelli: Near miss
Toni: Near miss

CLOUDBANDITS:

Keldara: Near miss
H’ter: Dragon injured – minor head injury
Anya: Singed

[M'kel]

"Quickly, Tirenth," M'kel urged, bouncing on the balls of his feet while anxiously gripping another chunk of firestone. The great bronze swiveled his head around, tilting it back to swallow the pieces he had just been chewing, before opening his maw again. Immediately, his rider loaded as much of the gritty stone in as would fit, barely withdrawing in time as Tirenth began to chew once more.

I am going as quickly as I can, the dragon replied, but he felt the same urgency as his rider and concentrated more fully on swallowing the last chunks. A finger of flame escaped from his muzzle, and he looked expectantly at his rider.

Immediately, M'kel nodded and hauled himself onto the bronze's back, firmly securing himself in the new riding straps. He checked the firestone sacks once more before glancing around at the other dragons gathering in the Bowl. It was astonishing to see Araelen's full force assembled all together. The Weyr had grown so much since they had first begun to carve into the volcano's walls, and the brilliant array of blues, greens, browns, and bronzes were hope. Hope that Pern would once again be kept safe from the terror of Thread.

The Weyrleader silently requested that Tirenth confirm the readiness of his wing. The other Wingleaders had been informed of the positions they would be flying in this first Threadfall. With all of the inexperienced riders in the air, it would be a trial for all of them to learn to work together.

Receiving confirmation from his bronze, M'kel took a moment more, then pumped his fist into the air. Tirenth leapt, beating his wings in the ever-crucial first downsweep, before taking them between to the sky over the beach. Thread was nearly upon the sand, and the water was a frenzy of marine life below. A glance over his shoulder confirmed that the last of the beachgoers had still not made it to the safety of the Weyr.

Ready? he asked Tirenth, taking one last deep breath as the silver rain approached.

I have always been ready, the bronze replied and swept forward, flames erupting to consume the first clump of Thread. This was it! They were fighting for Pern!

[Felina]

It was hard to tell whether Breunth or Felina was more anxious about the leading edge of Threadfall inching closer and closer to their island. Thread was falling, and they weren't doing anything yet, all they did was stand with their wings and wait while Thread died hissing in the sea. Felina knew, rationally, that there was no point in risking their hides fighting what was not yet a danger, but still she was itching to do something with a purpose. This was why she had wanted to be a Rider in the first place; let between take glory and greatness, all she ever wanted to do was fight Thread. She paced, anxiously, in circles around the great brown, occasionally handing him another piece of firestone as he asked for it.

But what if I make a mistake? What if I make a mistake, and someone else gets hurt because of me? she asked, suddenly acutely aware of the volatility of the gases being produced by Breunth's second stomach. Those flames would char anything- including another dragon. This was no drill, where flames were sent in a controlled direction at noodle thread that fell in a controlled way. Thread was random, mindless, unpredictable. How could they possibly fight it without casualties?

We will not make a mistake. I know you will not, and we are one. We will not make a mistake. Come! Tirenth calls us to the sky! Felina glanced at him for a moment, and then at the sea so near the shore with fish darting about, gobbling the fallen Thread like there would never be food again.

There was only that slight hesitation before she nodded and grabbed at the fighting straps, pulling herself onto Breunth's back in only a few seconds before she proceeded to make herself secure in them. Once fairly certain that whatever Breunth did, she could not fall, she looked to see M'kel give the signal for the wings to rise.

Between seemed colder than ever, and something she had experienced far too often grabbed at her mind once again. Fear. Less for herself than for those who, far below, still were trying desperately to reach the weyr. Less for them than for the dragons, Pern's only hope of survival. Scales flashed as flame seared silver Thread, and the stench of phosphor was everywhere. She was peripherally aware of the other wings, of the occasional cry of pain from Rider or dragon. Otherwise, though, it was eerily silent, all communication mental as grim-faced men and women, some of them barely more than children, handed more firestone to their partners.

Felina wiped soot from her eyes with grimy hands, watching where the Brown could not. Or trying to. With all of the ash and charred Thread raining down from the upper level, it was hard to see. Her eyes watering, she looked behind her to notice a flash of silver that had been missed. It was practically on top of them. BREE, MOVE!

The mental scream worked. Breunth rolled to the right, though not quite quickly enough to avoid the entire clump. He bellowed in pain before disappearing between. The blackness was worse than had been before, but Felina had barely counted to two before he emerged again. I think that is one bunch the lower levels will have to get. If it doesn't get them first.

Felina choked back a sigh of relief. If he was still cracking jokes, then he was going to be okay. When she reached around to grab a sack of firestone, though, it was hard not to notice the patch of hide seared away on his back.

[Journye]

Calysta gripped the straps in front of her tightly as she watched the leading edge of the Thread approach them. She bites her bottom lip and shifts slightly, getting more comfortable in the straps she has tightly cinched around herself. She was nervous and was thankful that Luneth's instincts were in full effect.

We shall be fine mine. We will over come our enemy,[/color] Luneth assured her rider. Calysta managed to smile a bit and shook her head. Luck of the draw would have it that her wing was on the upper level, not a place she wanted to be her first time fighting Thread, but one had to learn somehow.

She took a deep breath as Luneth followed the rest of their wing forward to meet the silver rain of destruction that wa

~s falling, her green belching out a flash of flame to char a clump of Thread close to them.

Calysta was glad for her goggles as sparks and cinders flew back at her face. She shook her head and kept an eye on the sky around them, helping Luneth spot Thread they could flame.

Luneth suddenly jerked to the right, slamming Calysta hard against the straps as she dodge a clump that was too close to flame. Calysta yelped and clung tightly to her straps, frowning at the near miss, having narrowly missing that clump.


~~~

Journye let her breath out slowly, frowning as she watched the leading edge of the Thread Fall coming closer. She could feel Lucaith's excitement, both through their mental link and through the twitching of his muscles under her. She reached out and patted his neck gently.

I won't let enything happen to you Journye mine,[/color] Lucaith tells his rider, turning to glance at her before turning his attention back to the skies. Journye smiles and nods. I know Lucaith dear heart.

And then it was on them and they were moving into action, everything a blur really as they flamed clumps. Journye scanned the skies to help Lucaith keep track of the Thread around them.

To the right is a clump Lucaith! Journye told her blue and he turned to flame it, but it was too close. He veered sharply to the left, turning on a wing tip to avoid the clump. Journye cried out and grabbed the straps tightly, feeling then bite into her waist from the sharp pull of the movement.

See, I told you I wouldn't let anything happen to you mine,[/color] he said as he righted himself, scanning the skies again. Journye let her breath out slowly and shook her head. That was too close for her comfort, but she supposed that was part of fighting Thread.

~~~~

H'ter, like everyone else watched the leading edge with mixed feelings. He was excited and terrified. Bediverth on the other hand was calm and collected as always.

Before H'ter knew it they were in the middle of flaming Thread that slipped past the upper level. He was soon given shouts of victory as Bediverth flamed clump after clump that came their way.

The brown turned his head to get another firestone and H'ter obliged. H'ter cried out as he saw a clump headed right at them as Bediverth turned forward.

The brown bugled in pain and disappeared between. H'ter gasped as they came back out, Bediverth shaking his head. Bedi! Do we need to go back?! H'ter asked, completely distressed and worried for his life mate.

No mine, I am fine it is minor. We stay and fight![/color] Bediverth assured his rider, joining his wing back in the fray.

~~~

S'lem at first tried to find his sister among the wings, but his attention was caught by the horribly sight of the Thread approaching them. He felt a shiver run down his spine at the sound of the beating wings around him and the hissing sound of the Thread as it fell.

He shook his head and reached out to pat Griflith's neck. The blue was excited by the prospect of getting to fight this enemy with his rider.

They were on the lower level, just above the Queen's wing. In a way S'lem was disappointed that they were so low, but on the same hand they were still fighting the 'Fall. He had a feeling this was going to be rough considering most of the riders had never flown Thread before, most of them hadn't even thought Thread would ever fall again after so long with out it and the dragons.

He shook his head as Griflith lurched forward with the rest of their wing, it was time. Not much was making it through from the upper levels, but they both kept a sharp eye out and the blue even was able to flame a couple of clumps.

Then disaster struck. Griflith was veering toward a small clump when the wind shifted and the clump came right at them, landing mostly on S'lem.

S'lem let out a scream, how could he not at the feeling of the parasite eating through his jacket, shirt, and skin underneath. Griflith bugledo ut in pain himself as some Thread landed on his right leg.

S'lem felt pain and then nothing, nothing at all as his blue went between. S'lem blinked as they came back out over the bowl, shaking his head as he felt the pain starting again in his left side. He gritted his teeth against the pain induced nausea.

Mine! S'lem we need to go to the infirmary![/color] Griflith said, his voice full of worry and his eyes whirling orange. S'lem started to argue, but gave in as he started to see gray around the edges of his vision. Shards...Thread score hurt worse then he thought.

Griflith bugled out as he spiraled quickly toward the infirmary. We need a healer for my rider![/color] he informed any dragon that might be there for the infirmary.

((I was assuming that since S'lem's injury was major you'd want him at the infirmary. If not I'll gladly rewrite it, thanks!))

[C'lyn]

L'kas looked over his wing, shaking his head. Luck would have it that his wing was at the upper level and full of riders that had never flown thread before. He and two other riders, Q’tris and his green Minth, and Myari and her Blue Valyiath, had ever flown Thread before. He shook his head again and looked the wing over once more before turning his attention back to the coming 'Fall.

I don't think the new riders are ready for this Seath he told his bronze. He knew that they were trained and knew procedure in and out, but they were not ready for the actual experience. He sighed and frowned, checking his straps again.

Seath rumbled and kept his attention on the approaching Thread. Have faith mine. They will be fine, Syth's rider taught them well.[/color] he told his rider.

L'kas nodded and looked back at the wing once more before Thread was upon them. Sadly, he couldn't keep an eye on the new riders the entire time, needing to help Seath keep track of clumps around them.

He could hear cries of pain all around him, dragon and human alike. He shook his head and closed his eyes briefly. His eyes snapped open as he felt a burning sensation on his right hand, a piece of Thread had slipped past their defenses. Seath between! He told his bronze who automatically did as asked.

Seath came out of between and glanced back at his rider. Are you alright mine?[/color] he asked his rider. L'kas nodded and looked at his hand, the Thread had only just gotten through his glove, scoring his hand slightly. I'm fine, he said, giving the 'Fall his complete attention now.

[B'kay]

B'kay swore loudly as the cries of pain echoed around him. Even as he and Syth dove to char a stray tangle that had escaped the upper wings, two of the younger dragons collided so close to him that he thought he would be taken out as well.

Syth! Who--

Elianuth's! The dark bronze answered before the question could be ask. Elianuth is landing ... I have called for healers--

And then, just minutes later, another cry ... this time one that curdled his stomach, and made him wish he hadn't eaten that meat at the beach party! Someone had been scored ... and badly, from the sounds of it!

He searched around to see who was missing ... Shard it! Young S'lem -- he caught sight of the blue hide of Griflith returning from between. Great, just great, their rescue dragon, yet! Syth, his the rider bad?

The rider is hurt ... very hurt. Griflith is worried, and takes him to the healers.

Two gone -- and before B'kay could register the fact, Syth relayed that H'run's Gawyth was also injured.

Can he stay the course!? The Wingleader glanced around frantically, and breathed a minor sigh of relief when he spotted the pair still in flight.

I believe so-- the dragon replied, then roared as another tangle came his way. He flamed it from the air, and winged back immediately into formation.

"Keep your practices in mind! Remember your formations, and trust your dragons!" B'kay shouted, relaying the instructions to the dragons through Syth. "You can do this, you HAVE to do this! Always remember that thread is ALIVE and unpredictable! Close ranks, don't let dragon-wide gaps develop if your wingmates must return to the ground. Stay with us, fly as one! We must survive this day ... we WILL survive this day, each and every one of us!"

----

Blue Alabanth, his muzzle gray with age, waited below, just under the overhang of the healing caverns entrance. His rider, though addled and aged, was ready with medical supplies and an army of helpers. Gaylen had forgotten much over the turns, and today she forgot she was no longer an active healer at this weyr ....

... a lapse, Alabanth was sure, everyone present would forgive -- for the injured were landing already.

"Injured dragons to our left for the dragonhealers," Gaylen shouted, searching the skies briefly for the sight of her dear C'lyn's Greylith. Relief touched her heart as she spotted the green flying strongly. "Injured riders to the right. Treatment order according to severity...."

She trailed off as blue Griflith landed, and she caught sight of S'lem. "Shards," she whispered as she rushed to aid those who were helping the rider to the ground. Suddenly more focused than she had been in many turns, the threat of Thread brought the old Gaylen back if only for a short time.

She worked swiftly and surely, muttering comfort for the suffering riders, as she felt her dragon shift into overdrive to do the same for the dragons. The old healer mentally grit her teeth, determined to lose no patient on this fateful day.

And overhead, Thread fell, and Dragons flamed in the skies of Pern.

[Flamewolf]

K'ji and Bloncheurth weren't doing that bad. After getting the firestone they needed, it was almost like a routine; an unpredictable routine. But they learned that it was only just basic mechanics; fly, flame, swerve, fly, flame, swerve, the occasional duck or jump to between. Until they mistimed a jump.

They appeared out of between right where two other riders- D'rom and Ravyna- were heading towards. Cursing, K'ji went to give a silent message to his green, but she folded her wings and dropped beneath the two. "That was close..." he thought with wide eyes, looking up at the two other riders to see that they hadn't collided with each other.

Trust me, K'ji. It was the only three words she supplied him as she flew up once more with one powerful beat of her wings to join in the fight against thread.

*~*

"Elai-"

Got it!

It seemed that the green rider was getting a little too tense about the thread. Everytime she saw a clump nearing the green that wasn't in her line of sight, she cried out silently to her; just as the dragon's instincts kicked in and she turned to flame it, or winked into between. Relax, mine, this is eas-

"Watch out!"

That time, Elainuth wasn't prepared for the thread. Giving a startled jerk of her wings, she popped into the safety of cold between, appearing just behind the clump of deadly thread to flame it ferociously.

"Oh yes, you were all of over that," the green rider mocked like she normally did. Elainuth glanced over to her sheepishly. Perhaps she'd been imagining the outcome of this fall too much; how they'd flame every thread, not have a single injury, sweeping the skies and flaming every single silver thing they see.

Minelli caught something out of the corner of her eye. Startled, thinking another clump of thread had slipped past them, she turned in the saddle, about ready to call out to Elainuth. But then her eyes locked onto hide, and they were crashed into.

The green bugled in alarm as her limbs flailed against Giyriath's own, hissing as her stomach was bruised. But then-

"Elainuth!" the cry shattered through the green's concentration on getting herself untangled from the collision; it was accentuated by a gut-wrenching gasp and pain that throbbed between the connection she and her rider shared. She spun her head around to look over her shoulder, her talons scraping against Giyriath's back leg as she did so, to see her rider leaning precariously on the edge of the saddle, to the point of falling, and not being able to support herself as she clutched her chest.

Minelli! The green let loose a roar and finally freed herself from the other dragon. She jostled her rider gently, but enough so that she was sitting right on the saddle once more, leaning forward to clutch at the straps with one hand. Not needing to ask her rider if she needed a healer, she sped down with more speed than she normally sported, calling out, A healer! My rider needs a healer!

*~*

Flames leaped up and licked the sides of the wooden house silver stuff, burning them to ash and turning them to broken boards a murky gray. They fell, crumbling, to the ground in a mass of carnage harmless heaps. Keldara shook her head and hugged herself to her brown's back, disconcerted by the visions from her past that she was getting thrown at her. Is that what M'kel and the Weyrwoman meant? That by thread fall time, I'd be mistaking the fall for the burning of my house? Shaken by her lack of concentration, she struggled back to the present, eying a clump of the silvery stuff just to the left of the brown.

"Ga-" but she stopped herself as a stream of red-orange flame soaked up the silver menace and destroyed it. Galahanth glanced back at his rider, an unreadable gaze that she couldn't penetrate, before suddenly whipping his head to the side and belching flame at another clump.

You're out of it, Kel, the brown rumbled in a soothingly worried voice that warmed her heart, more than the heat of the flames ever could.

"Just- Between!" she suddenly called out, and without any hesitation they were sunk into the cold that saved them from the heat. When they emerged, but seconds later, Keldara shot him a mental image of the clump and he spun and flamed it to ash.

Good eye, the brown admonished before swooping down and flaming a clump that had almost gotten past them.

Perhaps, she thought against the heat of the day, But certainly not 'Good job'.

[D'gellin]

Shards, but staying still waiting for the Thread was hard. D'gellin shifted uneasily in the saddle, knuckles white beneath his gloves as he strangled the riding straps. Now? He prompted anxiously, leaning forward. Not yet. Lancetoth admonished his, snorting a wisp of smoke from his nostrils. It's getting closer. Not close enough. D'gellin's gaze shifted past the shoreline, watching the roiling mass of water as fish gobbled the free meal. Right...the ocean wasn't what needed protecting...Now! Lancetoth roared flames as the wings dove at the alien mass.

For a moment, one amazing moment, all of D'gellin's fears were whipped away with the wind rushing past them. Sleek and powerful, Lancetoth moved in. The thrill of flames charring real Thread, the raw draconic power, all the Weyr assembled in formation, the ripple of Lancetoth's muscles, the heat of the fire and the burnt taste on the air. - it was a blur of strangely triumphant sensations. They could really do this! And then the first scream shattered D'gellin's excitement. It's okay, D'gellinmine! Lancetoth cried, dragging his rider away from that dangerous place of frozen fear. We have to work together! He added quickly, mind tugging on his bonded's persistently. D'gellin's next breath tasted of ash. Right, I'm sorry. I'm here. He replied in a rush, eyes shifting quickly around to give Lancetoth more cover. He tried not to be deterred by anguished roars, screams of pain, dragons blinking momentarily to the safety of between, but they were all there, lurking in his peripheral vision.

You're tensed like a tunnel snake ready to strike, D'gellinmine. The young rider forced himself to take another breath, feeling dizzy with adrenaline and anxiety as the wings worked to battle the Thread. And then he caught site of a clump Lancetoth hadn't seen. "LANCETOTH!" D'gellin directed his dragon between but not without the awful tangle of Thread grazing across his arm. D'gellin batted at it even after they reappeared above the mass, frantic and shaking. So close...He was lucky it didn't get all the way through his clothes...Don't worry about me, Lancetoth! He commanded, trying to master himself. He licked dry lips, struggling to focus. Keep on track! I won't distract you anymore. D'gellin promised, bracing himself as they continued the whirl of rising, diving, scorching, and stuffing firestone into Lancetoth's mouth before he snapped it shut.

Somewhere nearby, D'gellin felt more than saw a pair flee to between with a bellow. Was that Breunth? D'gellin squeaked, catching himself just before he turned to check. He's fine. Lancetoth supplied quickly. Then only a moment later it seemed, Lancetoth took heart from, it seemed to D'gellin, some unseen force and redoubled his efforts. We will survive! Lancetoth echoed Syth's message with all the authority he could muster as he flamed the Thread.

[B'kay]

Flame ... skip between ... come out a dragonlength beyond ... back to formation ... flame .... skip between.....

The recital from her Weyrling lessons rang like a mantra in Ravyna's head as her beloved Igrainth so skillfully did what dragons were bred to do. Ravyna, other than steering the green's attention toward a tangle or two, felt like she was more a spectator than a participant. The agile green immediately entered a rhythm, or as much of a rhythm as could be had when battling a living opponent with a bizarre pattern of its own. Long wings served her well, and Igrainth, it turned out, was born to be an amazing fighting dragon. Ravyna's heart beat with pride as well as fear, as she sent encouragement to her life's greatest love.

And then chaos!

A dragon and rider appeared from nowhere right in front of them! Igrainth roared and backwinged, as Ravyna cursed aloud. A moment later, however, she was shouting, "K'ji! Are you all right?!" over her shoulder, as Igrainth struggled to regain her position, her own graceful agility combined with Blancheurth's having saved them all a nasty bruising.

"Okay, old girl," she said to herself in a whisper, as she tightened up on the straps as well as her focus. "Let's not get too self-assured now!"

A shift in the breeze tossed a large tangle of thread in their direction, and Igrainth swerved to char it.

Flame ... skip between ... come out a dragonlength beyond ... back to formation ... flame .... skip between.....

----

Badly seared hands ... broken and bruised bones ... a side with a nasty score ... burned and oozing hide ... the mingle of green dragon ichor and red human blood ...

Just another day in paradise for the healers of Pern. It occurred to Gaylen, as she worked, more focused than she could remember being in turns ... though occasionally she had to stop and remind herself (or be reminded by Alabanth) what Weyr this was ... that many of the healer assistants working alongside her had never seen threadscore. A flash of memory, from long ago, of her own stomach emptying all over the hide of a poor dragon whose wingsails had been completely destroyed by thread, and half the hide on his side eaten away. It had been her first threadfall in a Weyr, she was working furiously as an apprentice as well as a junior weyrling, the young Albanth already developing the skill to help keep dragons calm....

The dragon had died. The rider, missing an arm on the same side, had been moved away from the Weyr. Far away. She hadn't thought of him in many turns ... and wondered where he'd ended up.

"No one will die today," she whispered, and shook the building tears from her eyes as she dove back into her work.

[Journye]

S'lem had never been so thankful to see a healer in his life. He tried to help lower himself from his straps, really he did, but he just couldn't move the way he wanted to without a cry or whimper of pain making their way past his lips. He could hear Griflith's voice in his mind, that was reassuring as was hearing the healers.

He felt like his left side was on fire and tried to look at it, but had to turn away, quickly losing his small lunch all over the ground beside his blue. The motions of his heaving sent another wave of pain through him and he stumbled into one of the healers helping him. He stuttered an apology around gritted teeth as he allowed the healers to lead him to the cots set up for injured riders.

He knew he would need stitches and that thought scared him a bit, but the numbweed was starting to do its job and they were having him drink an odd tasting drink. He made a face and would have spit it out, but the healer forced it down his throat. He could feel himself growing sleepy, so it must have been fellis they gave him.

Mine! Mine the healers will make you better. Don't go away from your Griflith mine![/color] the blue kept repeating to his rider as he moved out of the way of others landing, his eyes whirling orange. He was feeling his own minor injury to his back right leg, but he was too worried about his rider to pay it much mind.

I'm not going anywhere Griflith. The healers will take care of me, they have given me a drink to help me sleep, but I am here and you need to let them see to your leg, S'lem reassured his blue, feeling that even the mental words were slurred as he felt himself drifting with the fellis.