((Sorry for the temporary leave! Eh. Let's get all my chars a-movin', shall we?)) -- Igen Weyr

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Date Posted: 12:34:57 02/23/02 Sat
Author: Igen and all those with her
Subject: ((Sorry for the temporary leave! Eh. Let's get all my chars a-movin', shall we?))

~Evelene, gripping her straps lightly and with an eager grin, instructs her green to follow their WingLeader. Palirth launches herself into the air lightly, attaining only the minimal altitude before flickering between.~

T'yin, far less confident, hesitates. But Viouth does not, flinging herself into the air gracefully and winking between before her rider can catch his breath from the abrupt take-off.

R'nos grins broadly. "Relax, S'arn. Leth already chewed - why do you think we were late? Well, not late compared to your old bones, but still." Waving off the rest of S'arn's mutterings, he pauses to glance towards S'sha. She wants us there. Now. 'I can tell that.' Without anymore delay, the brown and rider go to fight Thread.

*S'sha watches as a good many more riders come running in, most looking horrified at their lateness. To T'ren, she says quickly, "At the Kennels." Briefly absorbed in several quick calculations and a short conversation with her dragon, she absently nods as T'ren leads the rest off. Then she cups her hands around her mouth and yells to any remaining, "Everyone who's left! Get going!" T'ren will see you there, Kylith's smug voice sounds almost amused. I believe they're quite devoted to us. The rider laughs, her eyes still a dangerous grey. I would hope so. You're not flying for a little while yet, dear heart. Spotting Ingold, she turns to face him, arms folded and a grin still tugging at her lips. "Thank you, good sir." Be cautious, her queen warns, and S'sha mentally rolls her eyes. "Ingold Inglorion, unfortunately I must depart. Thread falls. I shall have your payment for you, and perhaps an extra reward if I can get it. If you would..." she trails off, a wicked grin lighting her storm-grey eyes. "If you would, tell them that Igen Weyr is the weakest of the Weyrs. The Weyrwoman is very weak after extended stress, and the 'Leader is nothing more than a weyrling. Tell them that." Without further ado, she spins on her heel, grabs her flamethrower which had been readied, and springs atop her gold dragon. Take us between, Kylith! And the queen complies.*

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Grins and leaves... (NT) -- Ing. Ing., 22:27:53 02/23/02 Sat