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Hekate had never been exactly one to show open fondness for the Weyr. If anything the girl had a bad habit of calling into question age old traditions and rules almost on a daily basis, her mere presence making some of the more hidebound riders a touch less welcoming of the drudge turned silver rider. There was However one thing Hekate could solemnly get behind and agree with all riders on and that was that thread needed to BURN.

Sadly Devith was still a touch too small to give their age old enemy a taste of his own fire leaving the pair to find. . .alternative means of exacting revenge. Mine! It comes~ The young silver rumbled his tone practically dripping with acid as he rose from sleep his muzzle twisting into a snarl. His eyes whirled a deep rich red of anger as he stalked outside Hekate having to work fast to throw on her boots to catch up reaching her dragon before he got much farther. Above them circled her fair of flits creeling out their own little battle cry at the silver's warning. It comes! It comes! They seemed to scream as weyrfolk and refugees alike dashed this way and that some off to do their duties while others milled around unsure and in a panic.

I want to fight! Devith hissed his tail thrashing and little claws digging into the ground tearing it in his grip with the force of his own frustration, but the Wings had already gone and he and his could not rise to go with them. Bugling out his anger the young silver reared one paw half raise to the sky to take off~

NO Came the solid rebuke from Hekate her grip tightening on her dragon's shoulders as she cast a baleful eye skyward and urged her own flits down. You all! Land! You're being a nuisance! She mentally hissed at her lot, her mind whirling with ideas. Reluctantly the flitters obeyed, the greens taking light on the roofs as Baron and Prince took up roost on her shoulder.

Beside her Devith rumbled and growled. You Dare! The silver snarled in his rider's face perplexed and betrayed by her sudden refusal.

There are other ways to fight! So cease your snarling! I have a plan! Hekate replied her tone sharp in her dragon's mind as the two wills clashed against one another for a moment. Slowly Devith eased his curiosity piqued.

Go on then. I am listening. The young silver growled though his tone was made deeper with pride. He did love it when she challenged him.

We're going to put together a little fighting wing of our own and stick with the Weyr's orders. Contact your siblings, tell any of them with strong riders to get to the firestone pile and start bagging for the older Weyrlings to lift. If their dragons want to help they can hold open the bags. Tell the smaller ones to get to the first-aid tables. . .better yet make sure Dizzian and Courath are at the first aid tables if you would be so kind. Dizzian has more training for this. Go get them and help them make it there and help them keep any incoming dragons that are injured calm. I'm going to go collect the candidates, if the Masters haven't already and send the smaller ones to help her or any with healer training. She can show them what needs to be done. I'll take the rest with me to pass of the firestone to the older Werylings. Hekate quickly explained Devith and her flits watching her with whirling eyes for a few moments before the silver nodded.

Well then? What are you waiting for Mine! Today we will give thread a fight it shall not forget! Devith roared rising on his hind legs this time to let loose a triumphant bugle.

"Heh understood!" Hekate chuckled giving her dragons one more loving pat before dashing for the candidate barracks as her dragon began his work.

SIBLINGS! HEAR ME! The silver roared wings half fanned giving those who scurried around him pause. Those who can aid with the firestone! The rest with me at the first-aid table! He yelled out though his voice softened as he sought out the mind of his favorite sibling.

Courath if you and yours would be so kind as to help man the first-aid tables if you feel you are able? I will be along to lend you my assistance shortly. Devith rumbled his voice always a touch gentler when it came to the injured green.

O'thor had actually arrived before Mercy. When the call went out that Thread was falling, the first thing he and almost-adult-sized Adamanth had done was go to the firestone pits they had scoped out previously. They knew their responsibilities, after all, and O'thor wasn't about to shirk his duties just because he didn't know where anything was.

Orlina would likely be with the Candidates now, waiting to help run supplies or staying indoors, out of the way. ... Probably running supplies, he had to admit to himself.

It is good to see you well, Aerith, Adamanth greeted as the White appeared, since it wasn't the first time he had run into the White since her arrival at Trine. Still, she had clearly recovered from her encounter with the foolish Silver at Malvren that Adamanth had come so close to beating. There had been more important matters at the time, however, such as O'thor finally awakening, and there were more important matters again now.

O'thor had already dug out a bag to fill under the Trine Weyrlingmaster's sharp eye and was headed for the pits. Until a wing needed refills of firestone, his hands were devoted to packing bags as surely as anyone else's.

Dizzian & Courath
Even though Thread was falling, Dizzian was ridiculously relieved to finally be released from bed rest. She couldn't do any heavy lifting herself, her ribs still too delicate to risk, but she would be allowed to help with the healers, applying bandages, numbweed and running supplies as needed. Even Courath was out of her bed, though unable to help in anyway. A harness had been constructed for her, to bind her wing tightly to her side but allow her to walk so long as she took it slowly and carefully. Both knew it was really to clear up beds for the inevitable injuries Thread brought but neither would complain.

Courath's eyes whirled red, though unlike her dear brother she was not screaming to get into the air. She knew that even if she were whole, she was not ready to fight and if she was patient, there would be decades ahead of her to fulfill her ancient duty. ~ Brother mine calm yourself. Believe me we will do Trine a greater service waiting now so we may fight later. Our day will come before we know it. ~ There was a gentle caress to her words. The silver had been a good companion to her and Hers and she knew her faith was well placed. She admired his strength of will but knew as much as he boasted of patience, he didn't often display it in the short term.

She sat off to the side, while she was free to walk and move, she was unable to help in anyway. The little green would have to pour herself into emotional support rather than physical. Which was ok with her. ~ Mine is already helping the Healers, she will welcome your presence. ~


Ailin

Ailin stood still and quiet under N'tor's eye. He'd not been dealing well with the intense emotions and abundance of people who'd invaded Trine. While he'd never sided with the wher handlers, the fact that he didn't oppose them either had been seen by some as a betrayal. Ailin wasn't about to change their minds. He still felt himself as an outsider to weyr life, a visitor while his discharged his new duty of standing at clutches until he would be allowed to return home.

He hadn't broached the subject himself, not knowing of who to go to about ending his candidacy and instead waiting for someone to remember the quiet harper lad who'd been reluctant to come in the first place. Now though he doubted anyone would recall or even be able to return him to the Harper hall. The riders and weyrfolk had nothing on their minds but their own political drama and the existence of one uncomfortable harper lad weighed little on anyone's mind.

He did have one new comfort in his life, outside of the weyr harpers who continued his lessons and his prized flute (which he had protected better than his own life). A little pale blue firelizard lay sprawled across his shoulders, fore claws folded elegantly and held held nuzzled under Ailin's ear. Jerint thrummed and churred reassuring loving thoughts into his's mind. Lightening the tall lad's uneasy mind.

N'tor blinked, then smiled slowly at her, giving the impression of an amused old grandfather. That's right. The new Silver girl.

"Then it's good you've come. I'm N'tor of Blue Terath. I was going to have to parcel all of these lovely morcels out myself, but with extra hands to help that will make things much easier. Thank you, Weyrling Hekate. All right. Those with strong backs and arms for pulling laden bags line up off to the side, here." He made shooing motions with his hands, parting the Candidates to the right and leaving space to the left. "Don't be shy now. You won't be filling the bags, so you can't do it incorrectly. Just carrying. You there, lad with the broad shoulders, that's your post. You, and you, and you as well."

With the first selections made, several more hesitantly or confidently moved over to the side, including one very dark-skinned young lady. N'tor smiled at her as he had at Hekate.

"You, miss, look as if you have a fast pair of feet. I think you would be best running supplies for the healers."

"I can lift, too. I'm strong enough," the dark girl, Orlina, protested.

"Yes, but it seems we'll have ample hands for that, especially since the Weyrlings will be aiding at the firepits. You'll come to the healers with me. Who else?" he looked out at the assembled, his face falling into serious contemplation. "You and you." He pointed out the two Candidates he wanted. "With Weyrling Silverrider Hekate. The rest of you I will divide up once our firepit volunteers have gone and I will take the healer assistants to the infirmary and the first aid tables."

N'tor turned his head and smiled amiably at Hekate again. "Can't let the Candidates go wandering off on their own in the muddle that's going to come through soon. Since we have two Weyrs' worth of Weyrlings on top of this, I don't think you'll be short of hands now, and no one should get... too tired. Go now, before the Weyrlingmaster begins to wonder where you are. If he asks, you may give him my name."

Hekate was genuinely taken aback by the man's reaction. Typically those who knew of her rarely greeted her well. . .kindly or at least with little more then the barest level of politeness they could manage. In fact some of the newer riders seemed to expect her to be ashamed. Hekate had always met controversy and insult with confidence though. Never give them the slightest sign of weakness to use against you had been one of her moto's throughout life. So the old bluerider's reaction had the girl startled and she blinked at him for a seconds before returning his smile somewhat hesitantly. "You're Welcome Bluerider N'tor. Thank you, I wasn't sure anyone had made it over here to sort them yet." Hekate admitted falling silent as she watched him place the boys and girls into groups. Relaxing somewhat her stance was a little less. . .combative then it had been before, but she still held herself with confidence. After all she was expected to make sure those sorted candidates made it safely to the firestone pit.

She was surprise however when the man sent a dark skinned girl from the firestone group. More surprised when she spoke up about it. While what N'tor said made sense Hekate couldn't help, but feel a bit sorry for the girl. She did after all look like she was a bit stronger then one might think. In fact Hekate herself tended to be thin and catlike with a dancers build that hardly seemed fit for such hard medial labor. At least that's what E'lov had thought. . .she'd proved well and good enough that she was all wirey muscle and not new to hard work. Still. . .maybe there was a little something the girl could do. Hekate knew the idea of being left out of the fray frankly would have driven her up a wall and she could respect someone who wanted to find their own way to fight.

At N'tor's words Hekate nodded giving the old rider another small smile. "Don't worry sir I'll see them safely to the pit." Hekate replied and was tempted to mention that the officials seemed worried that this might be a long fall, but it wouldn't due to go worrying the candidates. So instead she settled for turning to face her group.

"Right. Follow me then. We've got some thread to help see burned." She called to her group her tone cheerful at the prospect and at the mention of helping burn thread she gave a grin that was positively bloodthirsty. Before she turned to head out the door though she paused tapping Orlina gently on the shoulder.

"If you go to the healers table would you mind letting Weyrling Dizzian of Green Courath know that I'm on my way to the Pit. She shouldn't be too hard to find. My silver Devith will be with her. Just look for a very dark colored silver with bone like markings. He shouldn't be too hard to spot." Hekate asked the girl with a small smile before collecting her group and heading out.

'And you as well Adamanth' Aerith told the silver who had long since grown to tower over her. 'You and yours will be flying thread next time I think' She remarked as she looked at him. Yes he was nearly grown..soon they would be put into a wing and allowed to do what dragons were supposed to do.

Dismounting, Mercy patted Aerith soothingly on the side knowing that it sometimes still rankled the white to see younger dragons go off to do what she was not allowed to. They helped in their own way..sure sometimes she chaffed against the constraints herself but she wasn't going to let it show. She was glad to see that Othor was here - thankful for a familiar face and she gave him a wave. "Should be more coming I expect..this can't be all the candidates and Weyrlings around here.."

Orlina saw the small boy dart over to the firestone line while N'tor was focused on Hekate and she was pretty sure he had to have noticed too. Or maybe not. Well, if he hadn't she wasn't going to call the Candidate out on it. Orlina wasn't the type to tattle on someone, and she herself had just been taken away from doing the same thing. She wouldn't spoil it for the boy so obviously trying to blend in, despite looking very silly while doing it. Maybe she'd talk to him about that if she saw him in the Barracks later.

Although... she didn't remember seeing him around the Barracks before. And he looked like he was her age or younger, too.

She was distracted from her observation by the Silver Weyrling addressing her group of Candidates and quickly looked back to N'tor, hoping he hadn't noticed her staring. She wouldn't want to ruin the boy's attempt at subterfuge. They could all help and he didn't want to be left behind, obviously, whether or not he was a Candidate-- or strong enough to haul the bags. A tap on her shoulder drew her back in that direction, however, and her hazel eyes as she looked up at the red haired girl were startled. Orlina blinked at Hekate's request, not having expected such a softened tone from the girl after such a startlingly vicious grin. Maybe... not so haughty after all? Orlina smiled and nodded.

"All right," she agreed quietly.

Her attention was drawn back to N'tor as he began addressing his group and the other one filed out. She glanced sidelong at the line as the too-young-to-be-a-Candidate Candidate passed by.

"The rest of you who are healthy and strong enough to work will come with me and we'll see how many ready hands the healers need."

They had to wait for the firepit group to clear the room, but then they followed N'tor to their new stations in a line that ranged from single file to two and three across.

And even as she asked the question here came a herd of them now, lead by a red haired young women that Mercy had never seen before. She had to be from either Benden or Trine then and she was going to assume Trine since she seemed to know her way around well enough to lead the others. Giving her a bright and friendly smile Mercy inclined her head in response to the womens introduction. "We certainly could!" Mercy replied, pausing briefly as Aerith spoke to her.

'The wings are requesting firestone.' The white stated, eyeing the approaching weyrlings with a curious look. 'So many, are we going to teach them as well?'

'Not today..but yes, eventually' Mercy replied before turning her attention to the humans 'I'm Mercy of White Aerith, The wings have just requested Firestone, we need people to help load the Sr. Weyrlings." She motioned to the waiting young dragons.


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Sent back to rest and receive medical attention Eliza and Velath burst out of between and circled down to land near the first aid tables. Eliza quickly undid her straps and dropped off the green, motioning those manning the tables over "Hurry! She's got scores on her wingtip and chest..we've only got a little bit of time before we will be called back to the fall"