Precision
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Yvonne
Date Posted: 31st July 2008
Characters: Tsaera
Description: Threadfall occupies most of Tsaera's thoughts-- most of them
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 11, day 3 of Turn 4
The heavy weight of the flamethrower strapped to her back and the dip-slide of the dragon beneath her was as familiar as the air that battered her face and the crackdust that filered down from above to dust her clothes and clog her airways. Shards, she'd missed this. Threadfall made Tsaera's blood sing and reminded her what it was like to be alive.
**Two o'clock,** said, and Tabanirth adjusted her wings accordingly. The half-charred tangle of Thread drifted down through the atmosphere and glinting in the sunlight. Tsaera adjusted her flamethrower on her back and aimed, and her flamethrower-- coughed --then roared to life. The Thread sizzled into char that was spread far across the skies by the rush of wind from Tabanirth's wings.
The Weyrwoman frowned and aimed her flamethrower into space. Again it hiccuped before spitting flame into the sky and she cursed. **Tell Vilarth and Lenala to take point. My flamethrower is malfunctioning.**
}:They know,:{ Tabanirth replied after a moment. Her rider kept scanning the skies-- there. Almost as one the dragon and rider turned, and Tsaera aimed her flamethrower. It coughed twice this time, but the Thread was mostly charred into bits before they passed it. Either one of the lower flying members of her Wing or the ground crews at Garnet Valley Hold would.
A flash of gold in the gloom - Lenala was there. Tsaera sent Tabanirth /between/ and they left the bright sunlight for River Bluff Weyr's rainy skies. The gold dragon circled the Weyr twice before landing near the Infirmary, and Tsaera set her flamethrower aside to help with the injured. Thankfully, there wasn't much she and Tabanirth could do - there were no severe Threadscores or screaming, and all too soon the 'Fall came to an end. The skies above filled with dragons as the Wings returned home, and the Weyrwoman retrieved her pack, called her dragon, and went to meet with her Wing.
~*~
Tsaera's fingers were marked with grease and soot as she laid her flamethrower down in pieces on a table in her weyr. It had been a loose valve that was letting a bubble of air into the system: a sloppy mistake on her part. **If you're not careful, you're dead,** Tsaera thought, carefully cleaning the end of a valve with a soft cloth. The corrosive elements to her machine were carefully wrapped in leather, and the glows beside her chased away shadows and fatigue. **Maybe it's because I'm getting old.**
}:No older than I,:{ Tabanirth rumbled from her couch, but it was different for dragons. Tsaera smiled anyway. Perceptions changed. When she was younger, this was _not_ the way she would have spent her evenings. Not alone, with a malfunctioning flamethrower and a brazen queen dragon for company. Even later, she would not have been... alone.
It was nights like these that she missed Velker the most. And G'lanet.
She sighed and picked up a bit of tubing to give it a good clean. This was not the time to let her thoughts idle and slip into regrets. If she wasn't careful, she'd be dead-- and there was an entire Weyr that depended on her precision. That she could handle.
Last updated on the August 1st 2008