[SR. WEYRLINGS] A Bloody Deck of Cards [ROUND 4]

[Uta]

With the call for the blues and greens to return, C'lusi invisioned the markers of the Weyr, and Macuith easily took them Between. Neither rider or dragon necessarily wanted to leave -- as terrifying as it was, there was still Thread to fight! The battle was not yet over! Furthermore, leaving meant abandoning Alumet, Nadry, G'ran, L'ex, and C'ryn, and not really knowing what was going on... He didn't like that feeling, or that thought. Not one bit! They'd already lost one... and three had fallen that day.

Mph. He shifted restlessly on Macuith's back, even as the blue made for a gingered landing.

I'll let you know what's going on up there. Macuith quietly spoke. Now that they were back at the Weyr, with nothing to do but clean up, he got to face his thoughts.

Xochith, Monath, Thanoth, Begath...... Are you all right!?! What's going on? Have you been looked at yet? Hurry Mine-- The blue dragon's good cheer and humor was tempered by a sudden flare of anxiousness and nerves. Xochith had been wounded, two of his beautiful green sisters had fallen, and handsome Begath had a hurt rider. He wanted to know how they fared, and wanted to see with his own eyes that they weren't going to slip away and disappear, too.

"Not so fast, buddy. We gotta---mmph!" C'lusi had slid from his dragon's arm, and took a small stumble when his feet hit the ground. Ooph. He'd almost forgotten. The Threadfall from earlier had scored his leg, but while the thick fabric had kept the worst of it from burrowing, he hadn't walked away completely unscathed, either.

Macuith's eyes whirled an ugly muddy-grey yellow, even as he turned his neck to nose at his rider. "You gotta get looked at, and I need to patch up this leg. You got burned pretty good, and took a few hits, don't forget. You can visit them soon, all right?" He explained, even as he leaned against his blue. The dragon gave a worried creel but remained impatiently still. "Don't worry, Mac. It didn't get me bad-- but I think I might need new pants." The Thread had eaten into the fabric quick enough to leave it tattered.

With luck they'd just need some redwort and numbweed, and a little patching up for his leg. Nothing they couldn't shake off.  

[Tsunake]

The blues and greens had abandoned the fight, having reached the end of their precious stamina. G'ran knew that he and Elzebuth's two brown brothers wouldn't last much longer either. Even without the wrenched wings throbbing in pain with every wingbeat, his huge brown was almost exhausted. Still, the Devil never complained even as his movements slowly became sluggish. The pair moved in to sear a particularly nasty clump of thread--and that was when the wind howled.

Had they both been more mentally alert, it might have been an easy thing to duck Between and reemerge harmlessly. Perhaps Elzebuth could have reared his head up and intercepted the clump. As it was, it barely slid past, grazing the big brown's head knobs--and caught his rider fully in the chest. The sudden, white-hot agony took his breath away. He couldn't hardly think--and suddenly there was nothing. It was too dark to see, to breathe, and it was so bitter, bitter cold. The pain wouldn't stop, not even if he kept going deeper. He hated these mines. Hated them more than anything else on Pern. His thoughts grew dim and less focused, and the weyrling slipped into unconsciousness.

Elzebuth reemerged into the fight, only to scream.

In an instant, he was back at the Weyr, his eyes blazing crimson with streaks of white even as he writhed and shrieked his despair to any who would hear. GONE, GONE, GONE! Never before had His's mind winked out so abruptly, and he had sworn to never lose him again! His own pains entirely forgotten, the huge brown screamed again, twisting sharply even as he gathered himself in preparation to spring aloft. He would not stay without His! He could not! G'ran's unconscious form was still held securely in his straps, but to a frightened dragon who had never experienced such a thing before, he was as good as dead.

HP: 2/7  

[demon_pachabel]

Home. Now.

Ichta had muddled through her own feelings enough times that even though the absolute sunny support that Aurinkoth usually supplied had been swept out from underneath her, she could at least get them where they needed to be. A firm image in mind, Aurinkoth's mind barely nudged hers back before the two blinked between - and then back again above High Reaches. What usually would have been a bright landing full of bugled greetings was more of a slow glide that ended in a dull thud into the sand.

Gone...

Aurinkoth's voice was so small in her mind as Ichta slid from his back, wincing slightly as she landed in the sand. Outside of some burning across her dear blue's side and a bit on her own leg, they had not been hit harder than anybody else, but still her dearest stared up into the sky, a low keen still trapped in his throat. She reached for his head, as she often did, but he did not lean down to offer it, his grey eyes transfixed up at the sky.

Love. she pressed, still reaching out for him, and this time he slowly turned his gaze from above, leaning down to press his head into his bonded's chest as she pushed every ounce of reassurance she could into him. I'm sorry, love. But you have siblings still here who need you too, she reminded, wrapping it like a blanket around his mind. He mentally leaned into his rider, throwing the full weight of his woeful worries and sadness into her without hesitation.

I know... she pushed herself into him with a sigh. Let's get your burns salved. Let's see your siblings. Ichta would not force his happiness to come back immediately, but she didn't want it to keep him from improving physically, at least.

Still, the next day or so would be a challenge.

Then, alert flashed through Aurinkoth, sending grey eyes white as he suddenly thrashed, pulling away from hisIchta to turn his head back up towards the sky with a bugle of concern. Aurinkoth? A large surge of fear raced through her - much stronger than any of the other feelings she had herself, or had taken upon herself from him. Gone? he nearly cried, and she didn't even have to ask who was speaking.

Her heart crumpled in her chest.

So far away, she couldn't see Elzebuth was still in the sky to even offer a small glimmer of hope - and Ichta began to weep, sinking into the sand. Aurinkoth again turned down to look at his, then up at the sky. Oh...oh no. They couldn't both be sad.....

Ichta would have known what to do. She knew exactly what to do - and he remembered. HOME, BROTHER. Aurinkoth's normally sunny tone was missing from it, but if anything could be done, it would be done at home.

Tsunake

 

[ShinosBee]

Pain had wracked the hearts of the golden queen mother as her children fought and hurt and died. That had been a blow above all others. She had already lost so many children to thread, and to lose another precious son now...

But the blue's rider had been gone in an instant, and though it had hurt, had cut to the bone to be left behind, to try to hold the blue from leaping between to join his rider would have been far more cruel. She had keened her grief and loss with the rest as he had snapped out of sight, never to return, and despite having felt that kind of loss before, it was no less sharp or bitter.

Watching two of her daughters fall from the sky had also been a tense moment, though her golden pride, Zenobiath, had swooped in to guard and guide her green sisters back to the ground, and her own mental touches proved that both, while hurt, were alive. None of her children would be spared some pain this day it seemed, as one by one the blues and greens dropped out of the wings, and the browns, bronze, and even gold children were pelted, struck, burned. As a mother, she wished she could take them all under her wings and keep each of them from any harm. As a dragon of High Reaches, though, she felt nothing but pride that they were able to stand and fight on their own, and bear the pains of their stations even in the face of death. She would be there to hold them and balm their aching hearts when this all was done.

Or that had been the plan. The aching cry of another son tore her attention from her work, and that in turn drew Lestenna's awareness to the screaming brown pair. They'd popped between then back, and she'd thought they were safe, but she could feel the pain and confusion roiling off her son, the desperation, and in a moment the gold knew the brown's plan. Her wings faltered, meaning to tuck into a dive back down to the weyr...but the firm mental grip of her rider held her in the air. Thread still falls. Other riders may fall yet. We cannot trade the many for the one.

But neither could Uridith simply give over her son to the cold dark of between without a fight. Not because of this, because of panic in the face of pain, and when his rider might still be saved. This was different than it had been with the blue son so freshly lost, and that fresh pain drove the gold to make sure that one child was all that she would lose today. As Elzebuth bunched to spring aloft, and even as Uridith herself turned in formation, letting her rider blast a bit of thread without missing a beat, she called out, the full weight of her will behind her words.

Elzebuth, be still. Calm yourself. Feel with your mind for him. He is not gone, but if you go, then he will be gone. Be still, my son.

She pressed her will onto the brown, bearing him down, pushing him until his belly met the stone on which he'd bunched to spring. Aviroth, I have him. And thankfully there would be healers along soon enough. Still she kept her mind pressed to Elzebuth's though, to keep him steady, to keep him grounded. And to keep him from panicking and driving away what healers would surely come to aid them soon.

Tsunake

Controlled with Tsu's permission.

 

[Tsunake]

Aurinkoth's voice barely registered in his mind, so desperately intent on getting aloft and--mother. Elzebuth hadn't spoken to her since he had broken free of his egg upon the sands, already a highly independent dragon. Still, there was no mistaking her voice, and even if he had wanted to rebel against her, he could not. Normally, every single one of his instincts would have screamed to fight, to shake off the control of anyone but His... but with a low, rasping sort of whine, Elzebuth submitted to her will, awkwardly splayed onto the ground even as he continued to make low, rumbling keens.

Feel with his mind. Yes. Yes--he could sense him now, muddled, in pain, but there. Solid. Not gone. He anxiously craned his neck around as best he could, nearly trying to fold himself in half to check on the unconscious man. Aid me! He bugled to any who might have been listening, anxious to get G'ran free. He dared not risk using his claws, for if His fell to the stones below... No, best to leave this to humans.

His mind still hovered close to Uridith's, jittering despite his normally unshakable confidence. This was different. This was something he could not fight and win.

((Open to anyone who wants to help!))

demon_pachabel

For mention.

ShinosBee

 

[demon_pachabel]

As Elzebuth slowly sank down to the ground, Aurinkoth sank as well, white fading from his grey eyes as he leaned his snout into his weepy rider. Oh, she was so sad. MyIchta. Please no more tears... he trilled a low note at her, pushing what thoughts he could through the sadness in her mind. His brother was still there - and now instead of panic of a lost rider, he called for aid for an injured one.

He was not gone, see?

You could go to him and help, Aurinkoth offered, trying to nudge his rider up to her feet. No time for tears when there is work to be done, yes? The blue was certain there was no other rider that his brother would trust more outside of G'ran than hisIchta. Ichta, however, did not rise. Aurinkoth nudged her again. Still, she did not move. He let out a small huff, a flicker of a muddy yellow tainting his grey eyes before he flipped her onto her side in the sand with a frustrated trill.

Help him! he pressed to his surprised rider. He had no sunshine to offer, even in the comfort that he would not be losing a second brother. No, this was a bad time to be crying, and even in this low he knew that. Go. If you have time to cry for him, there is more to do, he insisted, offering his head for support as his rider finally rose from her sprawled position in the sand to cross over to Elzebuth.

Come, then, Ichta looked back at him, and Aurinkoth slowly rose up to lumber after her.

At Elzebuth's side, Ichta gently patted the brown. "Help me up, please?" Certainly, she wasn't going to be able to support the entirety of G'ran's bulk, but between herself and two dragons, there were some options, right?

Tsunake

 

[Meepfur]

Nadry was both relieved and surprised when they made it to the ground without incident. Well, almost. The landing did shake her loose, resulting in an awkward scrabble-slide and an undignified moment of dangling and flustered flailing before Menankith lowered himself down to the ground so that she could safely free herself from her harness with only a very short but no less mortifying drop.

Ow.

The brown turned to nuzzle at her both to reassure and check her over, but then Elzebuth was screaming, and he shot upright with an alarmed creel, halfway to keening, until a gold's command pressed and kept the dark brown down against the ground, keeping him from taking His between forever. All of his own physical pain forgotten, Menankith looked on with yellowed gray eyes. So close, he'd been so close to losing another brother, and Nadry's friend-

She scrambled to her feet, kicked away from the mangled straps, and stumbled her way over to hover, feeling as helpless as she had the day their dragons had hatched. "Wh-What can I do?"

G'ran was alive. He was fine. He would be fine. Right?

Tsunake

demon_pachabel

 

[Uta]

The blue rider had rolled his paint leg up, to better expose the score. It was ugly, but a healer had come over with a cart of numbweed, redwort, needles and bandages. "I can patch this up if you'll take a look at him." He hadn't grown up without knowing a bit about first-aid. Given what that man had done to his family, particularly his mother, he knew well what needed to happen, and how to patch a wound. He was certain once he wiped the blood away, the Threadscore wouldn't look so bad; his pants had suffered the worst of it. The young man had just been about to start cleaning the wound, when Elzebuth came shrieking into the Weyr. Macuith's fear spiked, mirroring C'lusi's own.

No... Not G'ran. Not another one!

His stomach twisted, even as he half-clung to his dragon's side, trying to process the scene. Would he Between? Was G'ran really . . . . ?

Shocked, he stared, hardly aware of anything but Macuith's creel. Heart pounding, there was a long moment before his beloved's voice broke through. No. Not gone... He lives. I... think. It was enough to shake the blue rider from his own panic. While he didn't really know G'ran well, it didn't matter; they were fellow wingmates, fellow weyrlings, and today had been damned hard enough! Thanoth, Jynnat and Begath, Monath... Not to mention -- No. He wasn't going to think about them. Not yet. Not right now.

Forgetting about his own mending, he shot right past the healer, who sputtered an ignored objection. It was more of a hobble, but his leg could get tended later. Macuith followed, eyes a white-grey of worry. He paused next to Nadry, finding that she said exactly what he was thinking. Still. If Ichta was going up, then there would need to be hands below, especially given how big he was. "We can help Ichta get him down. Come on," he encouraged, trying to sound more confident than he was feeling. Dragons were great, but they were less flexible as far as this went. A group of them could make sure to get him down with more control than a dragon could. "Once he's down, the healers can patch him up." Fix him up good. Save him. This would be all right. This had to be all right.

Meepfur

demon_pachabel

Tsunake

 

[BastetAmun]

(Reaction Post, because Aresoth is forcing my hand)

Gone? They had just returned from between, alone in the sky above the Queen's wing. Aresoth and C'ryn were the only ones of the Ashlings left in the air. They had to focus even harder now, but that had been interrupted when Aresoth heard Elzebuth's cry. The bronze faltered some as he flew, his large head turning to look back at where the weyr was. C'ryn...mine... The young man could hear the fear in Aresoth's voice without having to see that his whirling eyes had tinted with a sickly yellow. It will be okay Aresoth. He tried his best to assure him, but there was nothing they could do to help the brown pair, even though C'ryn felt his nails digging into the palm of his hand. They had to see this through until they were told to go back to the weyr. The rest of the weyrlings were down there, Ichta was down there, and so were healers. G'ran was in the best hands.

We have to focus Aresoth. We can't afford to let that slip. The bronze still hesitated, worry showing through that his brother was going to jump between, though as a keening call had not gone up from the weyr yet, Aresoth realized they must have it under control. As they changed direction in the air to go after another clump of thread, Aresoth sent a thought down to who he would think help soothe the beast the most. Cynosuth, sister dear. Please help soothe Elzebuth, I know you and yours must already have that in mind. It is quite impudent of me to assume you are not already in action..just....please...make sure he is safe. For all the bronze pair knew, everything was already under control, but Aresoth could not lose another brother, even if it was the one he butted heads with the most. No, he would not lose him to this sharding enemy.

Mx Cherie

Because he had to. I'm sorry

 

[magnadearel]

They entered the air above the weyr with Jynnat shrieking and Begath screeching for his rider's pain. From the ground, it was probably unclear if it was the rider or the dragon who was really hurt. Hold on Jynnatmine! I will get you help! Jynnat tried to control her breathing and stop screaming despite how badly it hurt. Her whole shoulder throbbed and she wasn't sure her right arm was much use at the moment. Ok. Grimly she held on with her left hand and leaned close to her dragon. His eyes whirling yellow threaded with grey as he made the fasted landing he'd ever made. Close to the ground he flared his wings to come to the gentlest stop he could manage.

Help! Help! Mine is hurt! Begath broadcast looking for the healers. His was hurt! He didn't have a plan for this! They weren't suppose to get hurt. "Begath, your burnsss..." She hissed through her teeth as he moved. Nevermind those right now Jynnatmine! You must be tended to first! The blue was adamant. She wasn't it much position to argue. Her right shoulder burned in agony. Would she still be able to use her right arm? Would she be able to fight thread again?

Begath knelt down as the healers converged around him to remove his rider. He keened softly each time a movement jostled her and made her cry out. Please be careful! He hovered over them as they settled Jynnat onto a bench. Tears dropped from her eyes when they removed her helm and goggles. It hurt so bad she wanted to bite her tongue. Jynnat gingerly cradled her right arm in her left hand, wondering if she'd ever use it again or be able to fly thread. She yelped as they pulled the ruined jacket from around the wound and a sharp pain went dead as they applied the numbweed.

She signed and closed her eyes for a moment. Only just a moment though before she opened her eyes to grab the sleeve of the nearest healer with her good hand. "Begath. Please. He's got burns." Begath you must let them tend to your wounds too. Her shoulder still ached a bit as she insisted the blue be tended to as well. Soon a cup of fellis juice was placed into her hands and a healer ordered her to drink. Jynnat made a face, but nodded and drank her dose. Quickly enough she was asleep. Begath fretted as he felt his rider fade from contact. She'd always been there for him. Now she was gone. Gone. Gone! He wailed in distress.

Brother! Macuith! Mine is out of reach! What do I do?? Begath sounded woefully lost as he stared down at his unresponsive rider. He wanted to wail with Elzebuth. He knew how it hurt not to be able to touch their rider!

Uta

 

[Dea and #Teddy#]

Monath felt a wave of relief sweep through her when she felt the support of Zenobiath as she slid under her. She sent a appreciative wave of love to her sister, so glad she had gotten to them in time. As her reassuring words, the green chirped her agreement, the gold always knowing how to comfort her. Once her's and her were safe on the ground, she watched her sister and her rider head back to the thick of things.

Mine, can you get down safely?Monath asked, as she laid down on her stomach, the edge of her wing still searing with pain. However, she could feel her beloved rider's pain was worse, so wasn't sure if the other could get down from her back safely. Thankfully, a familiar blue landed near them, his own rider jumping down from his back.

"Don't worry, I am here to help. We saw what happened and decided we would come down early,"Ashlyn spoke gently. She could have stayed longer, since she personally was used to being up longer before blues usually had to come down. However, seeing some of the Weyrlings have brush with death, she figured they could come down with them. She walked over to Monath and helped her sister down carefully from the back of her dragon.

"I will be alright, sis,"Demanthra assured her quietly. Her sister made sure to get a couple of the healers over, to start to tend to her and Monath's wing. She was grateful for it as the numbweed helped the pain for both of them. Unlike some of her fellow wingmates, she stayed conscious, even if it was only semi conscious.


We will be fine, Mine was hurt worse than I was. However, she assures me she will be alright,Monath thought to Aviroth when she felt the brown's mental touch. Once the healer's had finished patching them both up, she looked up to the sky, to see how the others were doing. Only their brown brothers, bronze brother, and golden sister..other than their teacher, of course. Maybe focusing on that would help her and Dee not think of what happened to them. Everything seemed to be normal for a bit, cept Aresoth getting hit by some flame and Zenobiath's rider being hit by thread (which worried Monath), but they both stayed in the air. Dee was resting against the side of her dragon, refusing a place to lay, wanting those to go to the more injured of their wing. Monath would occasionally lean down to nuzzle her rider, knowing she would be more attentive to her from now on. She watched as Menankith got hit by thread, but managed to reappear, much to her relief. Though, from the looks of it, his rider was barely hanging on.

One of the straps must have broken. I am sure he will get them down safely,Demanthra assured gently. Sure enough, they soon came safely to the ground and seemed to be doing okay. That was one a worried blue called out to her green and she smiled softly.

Macuith, we are both going to be fine. It was scary, but the healers already tended to us. Me and Mine are both numb to the pain right now,she called back to him, giving him a mental nuzzle. Not long after she had replied to her blue brother, another one of her brother's screams of despair washed over her. Her eyes switched to a yellow as she could tell he was freaking out, thinking his rider was gone. She looked over, seeing the desperation on her brown brother, and she knew how that felt. Her rider had just gone through the flu and she was sure she had lost her, but someone had managed to calm her down from doing something drastic. She was about to reach out to Elzebuth, when their mother beat them to it. Relief washed over her, yes, surely Mother would be able to keep him calm.

"I will go check on them, see how I can help,"Ashlyn assured her sister and Monath, before hurrying over to the gathering of Weyrlings around G'ran and his brown.

Elzebuth, wonderful brother, Mine's sister is coming over. Please, let her help. Begath, dear blue brother, your's is still there. Feel for her, you will be able to do so. She is just unconscious, like Elzebuth's rider. She will be okay, just stay near her and protect her,Monath sent to both brothers gently. She had been helped to be calm for Demanthra before, it was her turn.

"Ichta, do you need help getting him down?"Ashlyn called up to the blue rider gently. She stood near, ready to assist in anyway she could, in case the Weyrlings needed her. It made her feel some pride seeing not only Ichta there, but some of the other Weyrlings, ready to assist.

ShinosBee

Acknowledging his check on them

Uta

In reply to her brother

Tsunake

Trying to help soothe her brother

magnadearel

Helping brother

demon_pachabel

Ready to help Ichta and the other Weyrlings gathered around

 

[Tsunake]

His eyes whirled furiously, a mixture of dying embers and grey, choking smoke as he whipped his head around to stare at Ichta, and then Nadry. More of them were gathering, as they ought to. Once, he would have been insufferably pleased with such attention. Now, it couldn't have been farther from his mind. Still sprawled out on the ground, he nudged them both towards his forelimb, careful not to knock them over. After they climbed, it would be an easy thing to lift them up, up, up, until they would merely have to scamper across to reach his back and sinuous neck.

Wordlessly, Elzebuth rumbled as Macuith and His approached, noting the way the latter hobbled. Do not let him hurt himself further. The big brown said with great effort. G'ran was more important than any of them-- but. But. In this, he could show restraint.

His head swung towards the quickly approaching Cynosuth and Hers... and Dr'stan's words earned a low rumble that could almost be felt through the earth itself. G'ran would rest. He would see to t his. Yes. Briefly, he closed his eyes, wearily pressing his snout to the delicate green's muzzle. I feel him. I should have protected him better.

Begath's sorrow was palpable as well, and his eyes opened once more, whirling with anxiety, fear, and rage--both at himself, and at the thread that had done this to them. A wave of understanding and acknowledgement would be pushed towards his blue brother--and to Monath as well.

If he falls... catch him? Elzebuth spoke quietly to Cynosuth.

demon_pachabel

Meepfur

Mx Cherie

Uta

magnadearel

Dea and #Teddy#

 

[demon_pachabel]

When Elzebuth's head was close enough, Ichta leaned her forehead against the end of the brown's snout in a gesture familiar to anybody who had watched her with her dear Aurinkoth at all. Then, with Nadry beckoned to follow, she scaled the offered forelimb, climbing up it carefully.

How on Pern did G'ran scale up such a large dragon all the time? She half expected to hear a silly answer of some sort of Aurinkoth, but received none. He simply sunk next to his concerned brother, trying to offer what little warmth the embers of his dying happiness could. Oh. It was a very bad day.

Ichta sent a surge of comfort to her dearest as she carefully maneuvered across the large shoulder to where G'ran was out cold in his straps. She took a deep breath as she stepped around to balance in front of him, though she had to use all of her weight to even try to lean his dead weight up and get a look at the situation.

She held in a swear, but a flash of yellow muddied Aurinkoth's grey eyes for a moment. Is he bad, myIchta? he asked her privately and Ichta sighed deeply. It could have been worse. I'm not a healer, but....he's breathing. But I don't think he's in a good place... She couldn't place it, however.

"Nadry. I'm going to support his weight, can you undo the straps?" she asked, looking around to the slightly smaller young woman with a nervous frown. "Then we just need someone on ready to ease him down to..." Ichta again glanced at G'ran - he was nearly twice her size.

"Two someone's to ease him down to..." she corrected. It still didn't quite seem right, but Aurinkoth moved to nudge his head up against where the straps settled on his brother's neck, attempting to rumble reassurance, but feeling as if he was missing the note a bit. But..G'ran was fine! Really he knew that!

Still, the man wouldn't be falling down in this direction! At least, if he did, Aurinkoth would catch him.

Tsunake

Meepfur

Mx Cherie

Uta

Dea and #Teddy#

 

[Meepfur]

Menankith slowly slunk a bit closer to his brothers and green sister, although not too close, as at this point that wasn't adequate room for him to do so without being in the way. But he was there, and he crooned concern and affection, eyes a heavy gray with flashes of yellow.

Nadry only had a moment to nod at C'lusi, and to note his injured leg, before she was nudged by Elzebuth and followed up after Ichta, quickly but carefully. It was strange to be on a dragon other than Menankith now, an absent observation in the back of her mind as she worked her way up toward G'ran - and once she had, flinched away from looking too long at the damage. She was lucky her back didn't look like that, or at least didn't feel like it looked that bad. It hurt, especially with all this scrambling around, but...

"Okay," Nadry answered her friend, working her way around the brownrider to do as she was bid and free him from his straps. Two someones to ease him down to? She glanced at the potential help on the ground, ready and waiting, and nodded. "Okay, we're going to ease him down to you, if you guys can..."

'Catch him' didn't seem the appropriate phrase, since they were not going to drop him, so she just left it be, knowing that it would or should be obvious, and proceeded to do her part when it came to the...easing. Shards but G'ran was big, a trait she had certainly noticed and marvelled at but now felt she had never fully grasped until this particular moment.

Tsunake

demon_pachabel

Mx Cherie

Uta

Dea and #Teddy#