As the Fall went on, A'vayal and Kaivalth were as confident as ever in their abilities. After all, the pair had survived fourteen Turns of flying against Thread with little to no injury to either human or dragon, and they were not about to start now. Kaivalth wheeled and turned in the air, a deadly sky dance that was punctuated by intermittent spurts of flame whenever Thread ventured within striking distance of the large brown. Excellent flaming, Kai,
the rider commented to his dragon, sparing a glance over the Wing to see how his fellow riders were faring. And I see Lyubovth and Torlolath are having an excellent go, as well.
A brief glance downward ensured him that the lower Wings were doing fine, as well, including the lowest-flying Queens' Wing. Good, Khaerisseth was doing just fine, and for now, the brownrider needn't worry over his mate.
Meanwhile, the brown was just about to warn Lyubovth of the Thread headed her way, but the black caught sight of it and flamed it with very little problems. Nice flame, Lyubovth! Keep that up, and we'll be done in no time,
the brown commented reassuringly to the female dragon just as he turned in time to see a pale green form drifting his way. The green, who he now recognized as Jaeldyth, was too close for the brown's comfort, but he understood why
she was there once he saw her flame. Just as the brown was forming the words in his mind to thank Jaeldyth for helping him with the Thread, the wind roared around them, throwing the half-burned clump directly into both
dragons. Kaivalth had moved to the right just enough to allow the green more flying room, and it was thanks to that simple movement that the brown didn't get hit squarely on the chest. Which, ironically enough, is what would have happened, had Jaeldyth not warned him of the impending danger and flamed.
However, despite that small bit of comfort, Kaivalth still got the brunt of the unburned part of the clump. The strands hit and wrapped around his left shoulder, scoring and burning his shoulder, neck, and wing joint all in the same breath. A fierce cry of pain erupted from the bourbon-colored throat as the brown's mind struggled to assess the damage done to himself and possibly his rider, as well as skip between
to kill the living Thread now eating away at him. Every time the Thread tried to burrow into flesh, a new searing hot pain tore at the brown's mind. Finally, after what seemed like ages to the pained mind of Kaivalth, he managed to hop between
, only to reappear moments later, the leading edge of his wing, the left side of his neck, and his shoulder a mess from the Thread that had burned into him. A'vayal! Are you alright?Score on my leg, nothing more,
the brownrider replied, reassuring his great beast that despite where the Thread had hit them, he had only received minimal damage. In truth, Kaivalth had gotten hit far worse, and that only meant one thing; they had to return to the Weyr, or risk Kaivalth falling out of the sky. We have to get back to the Weyr. You're in
no condition to fly now, lad!Right as always, my rider,
the brown muttered, his voice tinged with pain as he roared a thanks to the green, who was still nearby. Thank you, Jaeldyth, but I'm afraid I'm out of the fight now.
With that, the brown winked between
once more, after informing his Wingleader that he had to return to the Weyr after receiving a bad scoring. Well, that certainly didn't turn out the way he had initially planned, did it?