D'kor smiled as he spotted the silvery strands of Thread in the distance. Herlensei Wing at Tarizal was ready to meet the Thread, placed behind Etole, but one level above Bruetam. Further back, below the tiny queen's wing of Bruetam, was the Weyrling's Wing, or Prinzio. The Sr. Weyrling dragons held both their riders and a Jr. Weyrling carrying a Flamethrower. Seharia and her golden Felathith carried two Jr. Weyrlings
The Wingleader, N'ral from Ryslen, took his position to perform wingsweeps, but from between there came another wing from a nearby Weyr that was helping until Tarizal's wings grew large enough to cover an entire fall by itself.
We do not need the help of some others! Briamath said haughtily. We can protect our Holds and Halls by ourselves!
"Now, Briamath," D'kor whispered, but the dragon's instict of fighting Thread was upon him. FLAME! He yelled to the blue, physically and mentaly. FLAME!
And with a roar, Briamath let out a bellow, and along with that came his first flame in a fighting wing. Threadfall had begun!
Dawn Sisters Weyr
