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Ursa hops down, buttoning up her flight jacket and checking to make sure 
  she still has her gloves. 

Lal puts on her goggles and helmet, muttering about silly she looks. 

Ryialla is in the process of double-checking Pliarth's straps, as she's 
  already in flight gear. 

Spineth bends to take another mouthful of firestone for his rider, 
  chomping it noisily, while his rider also checks the straps, ducking 
  under him as she does. 

Sorath backwings for a landing. 

Kerlyn dismounts, and gives Sorath an affectionate scritch once her feet 
  reach the ground. 
Kerlyn bounces down to her feet, with efficient and economical 
  movements. her hair gets brushed back before she pulls her helmet on, 
  and tightens the strap 'neath her chin. 

Ursa offers Spineth more firestone, but he rejects it, still solomnly 
  chomping away. His great dragon-stomach rumbles noisily as he warms up 
  for fall. 

Ryialla tightens a loose strap as Pliarth takes a chunk of firestone. 
  Pliarth carefully masticates the rock, being extra careful not to bite 
  her tounge. 

Lal gets a rather substantial bag of firestone, and juggles pieces 
  before throwing them at Areseth to eat. The dragon munches.....peering 
  at his rider. 

Kerlyn double and triple checks Sorath's straps, then hoists a couple 
  bags over her houlder, beginning the process of feeding her large 
  blue. 

Ursa grabs herself an extra bag, shimmying up the straps to secure it on 
  Spineth's back. From her perch there, she surveys the dragons, all in 
  ernest preparation, eying the Skyfire dragons carefully in particular. 

Areseth finishes chewy his stone as Lal whoops, "Ready? I'm sooo ready!" 

Lal makes a cursory check of Areseth's straps. 

Lal takes a flying leap towards Areseth, who cringes in anticipation of 
  her approach. With a whoop and a yahoo, Lal lands on Areseth's 
  shoulder, then scrambles up his side with reckless abandon. With a 
  last heave, she lands on Areseth's neck ridges, having anticipated 
  Areseth's FLINCH in her acrobatic manuever. Areseth SIGHS contentedly, 
  Lal having succeeded again. 

Kerlyn secures another two sacks of stone to her dragons' straps, gives 
  him a tautly affectionate smack on the forelimb, then mounts, back 
  with the rest of the Dawnsight wing. 

Ryialla feeds Pliarth the last of her pile of firestone, and grabs the 
  straps in preparation to mount. 
Ryialla climbs up Pliarth's extended foreleg, giving her an affectionate 
  scritch as she settles between her neck ridges. 
Ryialla straps herself securely into the riding straps. 

Astride Areseth's back, Lal secures the firestone bags to Areseth's back 
  with a mighty TUG. The dragon protests, and Lal grumbles, but is 
  easier the next time around. 

Kerlyn gives Sorath an affectionate pat as he offers her a sturdy 
  forelimb to assist her as she mounts. 

You scramble up to sit between Spineth's neckridges.
Spineth(#8674Oaepq$) 

--> Astride Pliarth, Ryialla triple-checks the secured bags of firestone 
  strapped to Pliarth, making sure they are not planning on going 
  anywhere..at least at the moment. 
--> Dawnslight settles into a fixed formation, it's wingleader looking 
  to the leader of the lead wing for their cue. 

Ursa tightens another bag on Spin's back, fastening the straps and 
  watching T'fian carefully. 

--> Astride Areseth's back, Lal wavers slightly on top of Areseth, as 
  she bends down to check a bag. 
--> Atop Pliarth, Ryialla is finally sastified with her prepartions, and 
  her gaze travels to T'fian, waiting for the signal to rise. 
--> Mounted on her lifemate, Kerlyn seems content as well. Sorath, 
  suually tactirn, seems quietly impatient to get on the way. 
--> Pliarth looks at Meroth, eyes whirling in anticipation. 
--> The Wingleader in charge gives his wing the signal to go. The other 
  wingleaders soon follow suit, their mates giving similar, unheard 
  signals to the wings. 

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

Northern Bowl Airspace 

You hover above the northern half of the Benden Weyr bowl. The great 
  walls of the Weyr surround you on three sides, the only open air to 
  the south where the bowl extends towards the Weyr lake. To the east 
  and west the walls are dotted with the cavelike openings to the 
  dragonweyrs. On a few the ledges you spot dragons lauching into flight 
  or winging carefully in for a landing. 
The skies are clear from horizon to horizon. 

--> Sorath rises up from the bowl. 
--> Pliarth rises up from the bowl. 
--> Areseth rises up from the bowl. 
--> Spineth follows Meroth, and settles quickly into formation. He 
  swings his head back impatiently for another piece of firestone and 
  nearly misses the signal to go between.. 
--> Pliarth deftly manuvers into the usual position. 
--> Areseth wavers slightly in his flight, hindered by something going 
  on with his rider. 
--> Sorath's crunching, along with that of others in his area of teh 
  sky, echoes around the rim of the bowl, silencing suddenly as all the 
  dragons pop -between-. 
--> The wingleader gives one, taught signal, and the wings all follow, 
  winking into between. 
--> Spineth 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... 

Sky Over Benden Hold and the WineCraft Hall 

High above the ground, you have a wonderful view of the cliff housing 
  the WineCraft Hall and Benden Hold, and the surrounding lands. The air 
  is sweet and fresh. The river looks like a thin blue ribbon discarded 
  by a child. 

The fields, orchards and vineyards beneath you are laid out in orderly 
  rows, burgeoning with green growth. The gentle breezes and air 
  currents are warm, but still cool enough to be refreshing. Tiny 
  trundlebug people scurry above below you, seemingly oblivious to the 
  spectacular sunrise painting the sky around you. The skies are clear 
  from horizon to horizon. 

Just below you is the main courtyard of the Hold, flanked by the 
  mountainside on its north and west sides. 

--> Spineth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! 
--> Sorath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! 
--> Pliarth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! 
--> Areseth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! 

--> As the Benden wings hold formation in the sky over the holds and 
  crafthalls of Benden, the glinting silver of the leading edge of the 
  fall becomes visible, appearing through teh mist and light of the 
  barely-present dawn. 

--> Spineth bugles fiercely as he emerges from Between, still in 
  position within his wing. His eyes turn in the sky, looking angrily 
  for his ancient enemy. He bugles again as he sees it approach, turning 
  for anther piece of firestone. 

--> Astride Areseth's back, Lal pulls out a small container of 
  something, and drinsk from it deeply. She wipes her mouth, and puts it 
  away. 

--> The wingleader turns, giving other wingleaders his signal, then the 
  wings all turn, going their different ways, approaching the leading 
  edge at many different altitudes. 

--> Red whirling eyes contrast with Sorath's pale blue hide, and he 
  tenses, readying himself to lunge and spurt flame in pursuit of 
  Thread. The silvery twisted clumps begin to fall, threatening the 
  hold, near Skyfire's domain. Two clumps fall down near Spineth, and 
  another within Areseth's reach. 

--> Areseth plunges to the clump nearest him, and deftly puts it out. 
  But he has trouble going back into formation, apparently being urged 
  to go elsewhere. 

--> Spineth dives immediately. Wasting no breath or time, he flames 
  triumphantly, a little overdramatically, singing his first clump. 
  Winging up, he singes the next clump neatly, this time with more 
  economic flame. 

--> Pliarth dives to meet a particularly nasty clump of Thread. A gout 
  of flame bursts forth, meeting the silvery menace and turning it into 
  so much char. 

--> Ribbons of thread twist down from above, cutting near Pliarth and 
  her wingmates. 

--> Sorath blasts the air next to him, and what was formerly a chunk of 
  thread is now ash.. for the most part. The cleanup wing below takes 
  care of the last remnants that escapes his firey breath. 

--> Spineth bugles a warning to Pliarth as he wings upwards, meeting a 
  wide-clump head-on with an angry blast. 

--> A tangled mass of thread approaches Areseth, from teh right and just 
  above. Another twists through the space that Spineth used to occuy, 
  before winging upwards. 

--> Pliarth turns on tailtip to meet the menace and sears it into 
  oblivion. 

--> Areseth twists LEFT--no right! He barely is able to get the largest 
  clump of the Thread, and misses tiny tendrils that float down towards 
  the ground. 

--> Atop Spineth, Ursa sneezes sharply when Spineth's sudden change of
  direction takes her right through a clump of harmless ash. Quickly
  wiping her goggles, she cries out, pointing. Spineth chases an
  unexpected clump, and the nimble blue behind him pulls up and sears a
  dangerously close clump into oblivion. 

--> Pliarth bugles to Spineth as she spots a clump heading his way. 
  Another clump appears in an empty spot nearby. Ryialla signals that 
  they are on it, and they dive downwards and to the right. 

--> Sorath, as part of the lower level wing, this time Dawnslight, moves 
  in to clean up the tendrils wisping down from above. He almost misses 
  one, cathcing it just before it scores his muzzle. Lucky break, that 
  one. 

--> Small tendrils of Thread are falling....Areseth dives to get them as
  best he can, but he is too big to get to them quickly enough. In fact,
  he seems rather sluggish... 

--> A particularily nasty clump, larger than can be consumed by a single
  burst, weaves it's uncertain way down, right in the midst of the
  Skyfire formation. 

--> Spineth turns his head on hearing the warning, searing the clump 
  from the side. An awkward angle, and the half-chars go spinning 
  downwards. A green dragon from the lower wing manages, at the last 
  moment, to catch the half-chars before they continue their downwards 
  path. 

--> Pliarth blinks between to avoid a clump, and back into empty air. A 
  clump is spotted. Pliarth bugles, eyes whirling redly. She swivels her 
  head for another piece of firestone and then sears said clump. 

--> Areseth clambers into formation, looking not nearly so graceful as 
  he usually does. It's almost...he's fighting up there. 

--> The cleanup wing continues it's unglorious, but necessary work, 
  although some, like Sorath, would rather be up in the midst of the 
  action. 

--> Two of the thunderbolt wing riders move in, helping to cover for 
  Areseth. The wingsecond in charge turns, yelling angry words towards 
  Areseth's rider, which he cuts off suddenly when his dragon dives to 
  flame. 

--> Spinning quickly, almost out of nowhere, another bunchof thread 
  plummets downwards. This one splits into two, each following it's own 
  path. 

--> Areseth follows one of the thread paths, regaining some of his 
  composure. He flames it easily, and slips back into formation. 

--> N'der and brown Riaseth charge after part of the clump, while the 
  other continues its way down to be seared by Areseth. 

--> Astride the neck of her lifemate, Kerlyn feeds more firestone into 
  her dragon's waiting jaws, clump following clump, until he belches 
  forth a small hiccup of flame, and swivels his head forwad again.. 
  luncges, and *fwooom* .. blasts threadinto falling ash. 

--> Spineth pulls out of formation to flame a slowly descending clump. 
  He doesn't see the spinning clump descending on him from above and 
  behind. A sudden warning, unheard by human ears, and he winks between 
  just in time. 

--> Atop Pliarth, Ryialla signals to a weyrling that she needs more 
  firestone. The weyrling swiftly returns and tosses the sack expertly 
  through the air. Ryialla catches it, and replaces an empty while 
  Pliarth dodges falling Thread. 

--> Spineth emerges from between trumpeting angrily. Just as he does, 
  another clump comes spinning towards him, and an immediate, 
  instinctive reaction flames it into ash. 

--> Clump after clump, still in the height of it's thickness, the thread 
  keeps falling relentlessly down on Benden's wings. A weyrling, 
  delivering stone for replenishment, gets a minor score, and betweens 
  back to the weyr, wailing in pain. More stone arrives, on other 
  draconic wings, younger riders tossing sacks to teh tiring wings 
  already fighting. 

--> Astride Areseth's back, Another errant clump of Thread comes towards 
  Areseth and Lal, but, instead of trying to avoid it, Areseth lunges 
  forward, barely able to escape, then turns to flame it, nearly running 
  into another dragon. Lal screams bloody murder when she nearly falls 
  off him--apparently, her straps are't secure enough. 

--> Veyath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! 

--> Astride the neck of her lifemate, Kerlyn holds up a hand, and finds 
  herself receiving a fresh sack of firestone. With effort, she affixes 
  it to her straps (hers are tight enough) and she crouches low again, 
  as her dragon turns, blasting remnants of thread into the memory of 
  remnants of thread. 

--> Atop Spineth, Ursa catches a fresh sack midair and lashes it to
  Spineth's side. She hollors a warning to her wingleader, but Meroth has
  already spotted the Thread. The blue turns sharply and makes short work
  of the large clump. 

--> From Pliarth's neck ridges, Ryialla inadverantly winces as still-hot 
  ash is blown back into her face. One hand grip on tightly as the other 
  brushes the burning embers off tender skin. The wind helps, blowing it 
  on past before it can do any real damage. Ryialla resumes her 
  two-handed grip. 

--> Over Skyfire's domain.. near Veyath, a trecherously twisting clmp of 
  thread winds it's way, apparently unseen, into range of the wing. 

--> Astride Areseth's back, Lal nearly misses a tossed firestone bag as 
  she struggles with her straps. Cursing and spitting, shree pulls out a 
  small canteen, and proceeds to drink..... 

--> Ribbon after ribbon, clump after clump, as Benden scorches the 
  cursed stuff from the sky, it slowly-- very slowly-- begins to thin. 
  Twin clusters drop near Pliarth and Spineth. 

--> Atop Spineth, Ursa ducks sharply, though the clump that spins past
  overhead isn't that close. She then gasps involuntarily as Spineth
  pulls up -very- sharply, with a blast of flame to put an end to that
  cluster. 

--> Pliarth arrows down towards the Thread, only to find her path to the 
  clump blocked by a mottled blue. The missed clump continues towards 
  Areseth. 

--> From her dragons neck, Kerlyn wipes ash off her goggles with one 
  gloved hand. Apparently without concern, she moves forward in the 
  wing, replacing a dragon-pair who blinked between, with a serious 
  scoring. Sorath chews more stone. 

--> Areseth sees the Thread coming...and wants to get to it, but has to 
  move slowly because his rider's indisposed. He barely is able to flame 
  the stuff, and Lal is nearly upended again. She holds on with both 
  hands... 

--> Astride Pliarth, Ryialla scowls, and yells at the blue's rider, 
  angry words whipped away in the wind churned up by hundreds of dragon 
  wings. The mottled blue veers to the right, and up to meet another 
  clump, and his rider seems unfazed by the scolding. 

--> Tendrils weave down through the skies towards Veyath and K'nan, as 
  well as Ryialla and Pliarth. A scored green reappears in the air, 
  returning to dury after a trip between to freeze off the thread. he 
  doesn't see the clump she almost emerges into. 

--> Atop Spineth, Ursa turns, watching with a tight look of tension on her
  face as one of the wing dragons bellows sharply and vanishes between.
  Several heartbeats later and the pair haven't returned, apparently they 
  returned to the weyr, scored. Ursa's curses are lost in the wind, but 
  she's caught off guard as her dragon, ever vigilant, surges forward to 
  enthusiastically flame a clump his rider never even noticed. 

--> From Pliarth's neck ridges, Ryialla's head is nearly snapped back by 
  the force extered as Pliarth abruptly changes direction to flame the 
  falling tendrils. 

--> Astride Areseth's back, Thunderbolt's seconds are having fits upon 
  seeing Lal's antics, and order her back to the weyr--Areseth's nearly 
  run into two riders, missed two clumps of Thread, and is being 
  generally dangerous. Areseth, does, however, use a weaving action to 
  get to some little clumps of thread before returning to the weyr. 

--> Sorath growls with frustration, a contrast to his usually silent 
  self, as the discipline of keeping formation in the wing means losing 
  a clump himself, allowing his wingmate behind and to the right to add 
  another small victory to her tally. 

--> Veyath shrieks a warning to another green who almost emerges into a 
  clump of falling Thread, an even stream of flame scorching it to dust 
  as the wing continues on. She returns quickly to formation, quick, 
  easy movements taking her from position only for a brief moment. Her 
  rider wipes sweat and dust from his forehead, digging out another 
  chunk of firestone for his lifemate and grimly scanning the skies for 
  another patch of Thread close enough for the pair to catch. 

--> A shining, strangely beautiful tangle drifts into Veyath's path, the 
  individual strands of Thread hissing and glinting in the light. 

--> Areseth disappears into Between. 

--> The busily fighting wings are too preoccupied with fighting the 
  falling clusters to realize that where before 5 fell, now only one 
  does. The clumps begin to get smaller as well. 

--> Atop Pliarth, Ryialla is starting to look quite tired, as is 
  Pliarth. But Pliarth still chases after the clumps and manages to get 
  them, although she has a couple of close calls. Once she needs to wink 
  *Between*, as she judges the angle wrong and nearly gets scored. 

--> Spineth wings up, a blast of flame searing a clump flying towards 
  the dragon in front of him. Too late, the thread keeps spinning 
  downwards. He starts to dive, following it, but a sudden warning pulls 
  him up sharp, and the half-virile clump spins towards the lower wings. 

--> Veyath quickly spots the oncoming tangle of thread as it twists into 
  her path, sparing the last of her flame to sear from the skies, its 
  momentary beauty reduced to black ash falling to the ground below. Her 
  neck arcs back as she catches the next chunk of 'stone tossed her by 
  her lifemate. She chews quickly, keeping an eye out for thread even as 
  she begins to visibly tire from the 'Fall 

--> Sorath, along with the others of the low-level wing, continue to 
  score what falls there way, though as the load on teh wings above 
  lightens, there's less and less of that to do. 

--> Atop Spineth, Ursa wipes the dust from her face, sighing, and looking
  around, taking advantage of the momentary respite as the Fall slows. 

--> For the first time, as the upper-level riders scan the skies, there 
  is nothing for them to lunge after, and the silvery cloud that 
  indicates thread dissapates, and is gone. 

--> Atop Spineth, Ursa relaxes, just barely, as she sees the Fall is
  finally over. As a gesture of finality, she folds up the empty sack of
  firestone and tucks it under her straps. 

--> From Pliarth's neck ridges, Ryialla remains in formation as the 
  lower wings mop up what is left of the thread. She lets out a tiny 
  sigh, and drags her jacket sleeve across her face and goggles to 
  remove the worst of the ash. The black ash blends in quite nicely with 
  the black leathers. 

Dragon> Benden Skyfire Wing sense that Veyath rumbles faintly, a hint of 
  exhaustion evident as she scans the skies above. << Did we flame it 
  all? >> 
Dragon> Benden Skyfire Wing sense that Spineth rumbles wearily but 
  proudly. << We flamed it all! >> 

--> On finally receiving the all-clear signal, Kerlyn sits back up and 
  wipes her brow with the back of her hand. 

Dragon> Pliarth bespoke Benden Skyfire Wing with << As always. >> 

--> Atop Pliarth, Ryialla relaxes as Pliarth expels the last little bit 
  of her flame. 

--> Sorath belches out a spurt of flame to clear his gullet of gas. Just 
  as he figures he's done, another hiccup pops forth. He looks faintly 
  embarassed. Another follows. Ok, now he looks -really- embarassed, as 
  he lights up a small portionof the lightening sky. 

--> Spineth flies along with the wing a short distance, keeping an eye 
  on the ground below until the fresh wings show up to sweep the area. 
  He blasts as he does, finishing off his own stores of gaseous flames. 

--> As the new wings appear, T'fian gives the signal to his wing to 
  return home. The wing disappears in formation, but with less precision 
  than when they appeared. 

--> Sorath continues to expell the remaining gas in a series of small 
  flame hiccups that don't give the impression of being very deliberate. 
  Dawnslight reforms behind their wingleader, and awaits the signal to 
  return to teh weyr, once the partols and scouts have arrives to check 
  over the fall area. 

--> Spineth 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... 

Air Above Benden Weyr 

You are flying in the skies directly above Benden Weyr. The Weyr iteself 
  is a large caldera directly below you. Its size is impressive; a small 
  Hold could easily fit within its bowl with room left over. Stretching 
  roughly to the north and south is the mountain range of which the Weyr 
  is part, rugged peaks of bare rock and stone. You can see the expanse 
  of Benden territory to the east and west. 

The skies are clear from horizon to horizon. 

--> Spineth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! 
--> Veyath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! 
--> Pliarth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! 
--> Sorath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air! 

You fly downwards towards the north end of the bowl. 

Northern Bowl Airspace 

You hover above the northern half of the Benden Weyr bowl. The great 
  walls of the Weyr surround you on three sides, the only open air to 
  the south where the bowl extends towards the Weyr lake. To the east 
  and west the walls are dotted with the cavelike openings to the 
  dragonweyrs. On a few the ledges you spot dragons lauching into flight 
  or winging carefully in for a landing. 

You fly downwards towards the ground. 

North Bowl(#396RJ$) 

The light spills over the over-arching mountains and into the bowl. It 
  illuminates the patched ground, covered with gravel and fine sand. 
  Here and there, the odd piece of greenery struggles up from the 
  ash-based soil. The odor of pickling and preserves emerging from the 
  Living Cavern is strong, a sure sign that the summer fruits and 
  vegetables are being stored for the winter. The northern half of the 
  crater is smaller than the southern one, but still immense. To the 
  west is an opening into the Living Cavern of the weyr. Other openings 
  in the northern cavern lead into the weyrs of the junior queens, 
  weyrleaders, and the massive Hatching Grounds. Storage bunkers of 
  various sorts are stacked against the rough rock walls. The bowl is 
  quiet in the depth of night. 

You backwing for a landing on sands of the bowl. 

--> Veyath backwings for a landing. 
--> Sorath backwings for a landing. 
--> Pliarth backwings for a landing. 

You scramble down from Spineth's back.

Ryialla undoes the buckles and straps tying her to Pliarth. 
Ryialla quickly slides down Pliarth's foreleg and jumps to the ground. 
  She turns to pet Pliarth's muzzle and grins as she gets soundly 
  whuffled. 

Karthur walks here from the south. 

Ryialla leans against Pliarth's filthy hide, and closes her eyes. 

Veyath lands fairly heavily, lacking quite a bit of her usual grace. Her 
  usual gleaming hide is mottled and darked with ash and soot as she 
  gratefully settles to the ground to rest from the long 'Fall. 

K'nan climbs down from Veyath's neck, and arrives on the ground. 

Mounted on her lifemate, Kerlyn fumbles with the fastenings to her 
  straps, then slides to the ground. Sorath lumbers over to the side of 
  the bowl, out of the way of landings, and Kerlyn trots after, peeling 
  off gloves and helmet. 

Kerlyn dismounts, and gives Sorath an affectionate scritch once her feet 
  reach the ground. 

Karthur walks along, stepping carefully around the bowl. e has a brown 
  sack under one arm. 

Ursa scrambles recklessly down Spineth's side, dashing over to see how 
  the injured Skyfire Rider is faring. She exchanes quick words with the 
  assistant dragonhealer attending, and eyes the scored dragon 
  scrutinously. 

K'nan doesn't bother rising from his crouch as he lands, simply falling 
  back to a sitting position, leaning his head against his lifemate's 
  leg. After a moment, he opens his eyes long enough to pull off helmet 
  and goggles, setting them next to where he rests. 

Karthur wanders over towards Ursa. 

Ursa stoops to exchange comforting words with the now-calmed down 
  injured rider, then works her way back to her dragon, wearily 
  loosening the straps until they slide off him to land with a dull thud 
  on the bowl floor. 

Kerlyn tugs on the fastenings of Soraths' straps, until they fal to the 
  bowl floor in a jumble of well-worked hide. The blue stretches his 
  wngs, for the obligatory inspection. From the look on Kerlyn's face, 
  it seems likely that he's complaning about it too. 

Ryialla turns around and tugs the straps off of Pliarth, where they fall 
  to the ground. She wearily does the standard inspection. 

Karthur rubs his nose, and hovers for a moment before tilting his head 
  and moving into Ursa's field of vision. 

Veyath nuzzles her similarly-exhausted rider gently, prompting a smile 
  and brief scritch from him. After an extended moment of resting, K'nan 
  pulls himself to his feet and goes to the work of removing his 
  dragon's straps and checking her over for any 'score overlooked under 
  the blur of adrenalin. 

Ursa finishes inspecting Spineth, then leans wearily against his leg, 
  and letting her own flight gear, goggles, helmet, gloves, then jacket, 
  tumble into the pile with Spineth's straps. Then a big man moves into 
  her field of vision, and she jumps a lil. "Oh, Karthur!" 

Karthur grins and nods. "Hi...you okay?" 

Ryialla manages a small smile as Pliarth appears to be okay. Off comes 
  the flight gear, landing in disorganized pile on the ground. 

Ursa nods wearily. "Oh yeah." She nods down the bowl. "Just one injury." 

Karthur looks around. 'Anyone need water?" 

Kerlyn's hand lifts, as she hears someone offering water somewhere. 
  "Here- " 

K'nan finally sheds Veyath's flying gear, taking the extra moment to 
  neaten it up just a bit - but only a bit - as he piles it on the 
  ground nearby. At the question about water, he wearily looks up in the 
  general direction of the offer, "Wouldna mind some over here, 
  either...." 

Karthur nods, bounding over to Kerlyn, digging a waterskin from his sack 
  and handing it to Kerlyn. "You got it okay?" 

Kerlyn blinks at the waterskin, then shakes her head, "No-- more. A 
  bucket, or two?" She points to Sorath. "I'm fine, it's for him." 

Ryialla raises a hand. "Please." 

Karthur nods, and heads over to K'nan, offering him the skin, then looks 
  over at Ryialla. "You or the dragon?" 

K'nan tosses back a quick drink of the water. He wipes a ashy sleeve 
  across his mouth as he hands it back, spitting out some ash and 
  grimacing as he realizes his mistake. Looking up at his dragon, he 
  sighs, "Aye, love, I know. We'll head down to th'lake in a few an' 
  I'll clean y'up." 

Karthur actually leaves the skin with K'nan, heading over to Ryialla. 

Ryialla says "Both, actually." 

Kerlyn stretches her arms behind her back, hunkers down for another bit 
  of a breather, before walking over to the water buckets. 

Karthur digs out another skin for Ryialla. 

K'nan shrugs as Karthur leaves him the 'skin and takes another quick 
  drink. Turning, he pours what's left of the water over the nearest 
  portion of his lifemate's head and neck to cool her down a bit. 

Kerlyn heaves one bucket unceremoniously over Sorath, then drops the 
  next in front of him. Although the bucket is a little small, the blue 
  neverhteless empties it without much trouble. 

Ryialla takes a large swallow from the skin, and gets a bucket for 
  Pliarth, who slurps happily. 

Ursa calls out, "Any more of those water skins?" 

Kerlyn gives Sorath a companionable wallop on the rear flank. "Alright, 
  let's soap off the stench, shall we?" Her blue lumbers to his feet, 
  and glides low and easy down to the lake. 

Karthur nods, heading over to Ursa and offers her a skin. 

Ursa upends the skin over her open mouth, letting it flow into her mouth 
  and all over her face. She shivers as the cool water runs down hot, 
  sweaty skin. 

K'nan makes his way over to the rapidly-diminishing supply of water 
  buckets, stealing a pair for his lifemate. As Veyath gratefully drinks 
  down one of them, K'nan pours the other along her back, washing off at 
  least some of the ash and helping the green cool down considerably 
  after such long exercize. 

Ryialla leans awhile longer, then at Kerlyn's comment. "That sounds like 
  a plan. C'mon, lump." 

Sorath lumbers south. 

Kerlyn walks south. 

Karthur lifts a brow, watching Ursa critically. 

Ursa passes the soon-empty water skin with a grateful grunt of "thanks." 
  When Spineth eyes Veyath jealously, Ursa laughs, "Naw, Spineth, 
  there's not enough buckets around to slake your thirst. Empty the 
  lake, instead." 

K'nan watches some of the riders start to head down to the lake, pausing 
  a moment in consideration. Finally, he leans heavily back on his 
  lifemate's leg to rest for the moment. In a tired voice, he calls over 
  to the other 'riders nearby, "Well flown, everyone...as always." 

Ryialla walks south. 

Pliarth lumbers south. 

Karthur looks around, and sniffs the air. 

Ursa pulls herself upright from leaning against Spineth's leg. "Well 
  flown" she echoes softly. Her eyes linger on the dragon healers moving 
  the injured wing rider into one of the dragon infirmaries, and she 
  watches them a few moments before turning to move towards the lake, 
  forgetting her gear and Spineth's gear for the moment. 

You walk south.