Date Posted:14:50:44 05/13/02 Mon Author: Irenne - Merith Subject: Score
Well below the wing of dragons, Merith dove after a missed patch of the silver menace. Her heart pounding, Irenne waited for the perfect moment to unleash the fire of her flamethrower, her fingers tightened on the knob. They drew even, and the Weyrwoman sprayed the agenothree at the Thread. Hit! The patch withered into char as Irenne grinned triumphantly. Merith swerved back upwards, just over another clump. Both intent on their "prey," neither noticed the sheet just to their right. The very edge-ward spore grazed the golden's wing. Before she could even think about it, Merith snapped between and back out again. Her hiss was swallowed up in the angry shriek of a dragon above them. Bad score. He'll return to the Weyr. Merith informed her. Irenne gritted her teeth and waited for the next clump of Thread.
