Mariya was a little late in arriving to the spot where the healers were already working on the injured riders and dragons. Today it didn't matter as much as long as she pulled her fair share. Sometimes a fresher pair of hands was better later on in a Fall, than all there at the beginning. She just fervently hoped that the head Healer understood that.
So she stood there, uncertain of where to head to first, several bags of numbweed tied to her belt as well as a few bags of bandages. She always came prepared that fact having been droned into her by her mother for any emergency, Fall or not. Mariya shaded her hands and looked for an empty spot to start at.
Fallen cast dark eyes up at the clash of grey and glinting dragon hide. The air was on fire with roars, flames licking at the ash and Thread muddled sky. Fallen! I see one! The weyrling turned just in time to catch his young bronze scorching what was presumably a stray Thread. "Good job, Vicroth." He murmured, rubbing at his face.
Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Wasn't the Weyr just an elaborate scam? Thread was a thing of the past. It was never supposed to fall again. Thread was gone. And yet...Fallen's eyes glanced up through the tree-tops above, the awful scent of burning Thread blowing on the breeze as the dragons battled the writhing masses. And yet...
And yet Thread was falling...
"Thank you" Q'tris breathed as someone answered his plea, blessed numbweed clasped in the girl's hands. She wasn't a healer, or at least wasn't familiar with Threadscores, judging by her wide nervous eyes, but Q'tris would take any help he could. Mollified enough to think coherently, he snapped into action. First things first: dull the pain. As Brinne lathered numbweed on the score, Q'tris didn't hesitate to welcome himself to her jar as well, working to rub the anesthetic over the wound. Oh, Minth, love... His hands worked with purpose but not unkindness as they touched the blackened burn, eyes apologetic. I should have seen that coming... I'm so sorry, my heart...
If you're sorry, mine, then please stop beating yourself up. I'm neither dead nor dieing. And the numbweed feels lovely. Minth replied bravely with a snort of indignation. She would not be beaten so easily.
And here I thought we were done with all this Thread nonsense. Brell thought fleetingly as her blue burned away another clump of Thread. But they'd come forward, and with that came the responsibility to continue protecting Pern; something Brell would never resent. It was an honor to fly with her Brueth. To your left, Brue! She called, and Brueth obliged. But something made him pause, large whirling eyes rounding on an empty space in the air above them.
My Minth is hurt! Brueth cried. Minth, Minth, are you okay, Minth? He bespoke the green, concern lacing his mind voice. Easy Brue, stay on track. To your right! But my Minth- I will be alright Brueth. BRUETH! Breuth shot a blast of flame at the clump, turning to look up again, hoping to see Minth 'fine' enough to rejoin the fight, before he'd stifled the fire. "OI!" Brell called in alarm as his flame went astray in Aglovth's direction. BRUETH. Realizing his mistake, Brueth's large eyes seemed to grow wider. I'm sorry, Aglovth! You're not hurt, are you?
Never mind, Brueth, it's done. We have to stay focused. But focus didn't necessarily prepare for a sudden change in wind. Both were caught off guard as a clump was suddenly directed towards them, catching Brueth in the neck. With a stifled roar of pain, Brueth beat it between. "Brueth?!" Brell called, feeling the mirror burn on her neck. Oh. Perhaps I should go to the infirmary too. He suggested, an image of Minth flipping through his mind. Brell almost laughed as she smiled in relief. Brue, if you're still more concerned about Minth, then we can still fight. Does it hurt very much? Brueth pouted as he turned for more firestone. We've had worse.
Q'tris, Candidatemaster, of green Minth Brell of blue Brueth
No time to worry about what had happened, no time to worry about what was happening now. Only the simple routine that had been beaten into her when she had first been introduced to her Wingleader, the added memories from Weyrling years as she did what she did best - concentrate. Roll out of bed as the call when out, checking quickly with the alert Mosawyth that this wasn't actually a drill. Throw on the pants brown leather pants that would be hot but could protect her from the unseen, the breastband that held up what?, a shirt that smelled of old memories and the husky firestone. The thick leather jacket that she scooped up next, a rider's jacket that she quickly looped her knot to. She needed this ritual, not thinking of anything but what was going on right now.
Even now, she could feel Mosawyth snuggling with Gryth, and with a shudder, the girl forced her thoughts from them, knowing the Green was only saying goodbye. Then wasn't important.
Think of now, as she scooped up her helmet, and placed two fingers infront of her mouth to whistle, calling Mosawyth to her. The Green, who had taken to sleeping with Gryth, flipped down a few levels to her own ledge, as she reached out to envelope the girl with her mind.
//I love you, Tonimine. We shall be fine.
For even now the worries of everything had faded, and the quiet girl was facing the open skies with fear, knowing that she could die, that worse, Mosawyth could be harmed. Suddenly leaping forward, the Rider grasped the Green's head between two hands, dropping the helmet.
She whispered fiercely with both her mind and her voice,
"Promise me you won't get hurt unnecessarily. Keep to the order, and please, don't leave me."
The understanding that passed, the croon escaping between wide lips, was answer enough as the girl placed a kiss on the Green's nose and lightly vaulted ontop of the large Green. Settling down and holding the large saddle on her lap, the Green glided quickly down to the Bowl where they were already gathering. Toni carefully placed the saddle, tightening it and eager to start, dread filling her body at the same time. Oh, the rush of emotions that flooded her - she couldn't win, dread, excitement, eagerness, impatience... She could pinpoint her emotions on the dragon, and then not as she knew they were her own as well... The heavy stamp of dragons feet, the bright eyes of the riders, the scared eyes of those Weyrling that would stay in the Bowl, the healer's already running around...
And then they were off, blinking /between/ to back in time. Formations looked good... And then they weren't. Piece by piece, Mosawyth flew threw, searing Thread and chewing firestone as she flew. Toni stayed calm throughout, pointing out, focusing...
Which was why they managed not to get seared. They blinked from between, Toni sending the Green back with the rest of their Wing to make their way to another clump. Overhead, suddenly without warning, a clump seared above them. Toni, adrenaline pumping through her, heard it and shouted, looking above her in shock. Mosawyth only reacted to the danger. A quick spin sent her ahead, wings snapping open against the updrift to circle tightly upwards, blowing the fire to sear it.
Toni found herself without any stable ground however, yelping to Mosawyth as soon as she realized that the Green's tight maneuver, while impressive, had shook her off. Shaking her head and trying to spread out to catch the air, Mosawyth flew down in a tight dive and angled herself under the distressed rider - just in time to let Toni clamber back on and snap open her wings to avoid the ground.
//Mine? Are you alright?
--Yes, thank you. To your left.
And then the conversation was back to the regular cycle of commands.
Even as they watched, and listened to the yells, screams, and howls from those injured, she couldn't afford to listen, or she would go mad. Instead, Toni focused on keeping Mosawyth on track, keeping the tiring Green going.
It was fine, Toni murmuring soothing nonsense to the aching Mosawyth who fought on... Until Mosawyth caught a glimpse of Blue almost getting hit with Thread.
The call startled Toni, who whipped her head around to find N'yrl (he was fine, he had to be fine, why was she thinking this?) and then...
She opened her eyes in complete darkness, a numb chilling darkness, and she thought for a moment she was blind. Paniced, she shifted... And realized she was Between. A cough, and she remembered what had happened - They had both been yelling, Toni hoarse and Mosawyth a green gem flaming as she screamed, to Gryth and N'yrl who had been about to get seared by thread. Toni had failed to remember the reason she had directed Mosawyth this direction, and a clump of Thread attacked, writhing in glee as it struck them. A cough, and she had assessed the problems - Both of them were hurt, the Thread had seared a thick bold line down the side of her face just missing her eye, and Mosawyth had sluggish ichor already dripping down her neck where one of the bone spikes had been practically eaten through. One last cough, and they were back out. --Mosawyth?
//Come, we have more Thread.
--Are you sure?
//I am alright yet, come!
K'mar of Blue Raouth D'rel of Green Scherazoth F'del of Brown Khufuth with Green Ribbon Aren with Gold Lady, Blue Fellis, and Green Bubbly