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Kindra grimmaced at N'mol's reply. Only two Benden dragons had returned to Trine... this wasn't good.... not at all. Her shoulders slumped a little and she sighed but she looked up as he continued. "Trine's Gold right..." she mumbled, turning towards her for a moment, until N'mol turned to her. She listened to him and her heart sank. She clasped his hand and leaned up and gave him the slightest kiss on the cheek before releasing his hand again. "I'm sorry N'mol but i would be a pretty poor excuse for a Weyrwoman if i didn't at least TRY and help Trine right now" she sighed "I can't just sit back and wait.... i've done NOTHING but wait since Suunath hatched, the time for action is now N'mol" she said, her expression regretful but full of pride and anger at the injustice.

She turned to the other's gathered, straightening her shoulders and standing proud. "Riders of Trine, I, Kindra, rider of Gold Suunath am ready to help fight for your home. We will teach these wretched creatures what it means to cross the Dragonriders" Then she turned to the Goldrider "Whatever it is you plan to do Narisa of Trine, i will help any way i can" she added, giving her fellow Goldrider a small nod before glancing at N'mol again and her gut twisted, she knew he wanted to keep her and Suunath safe but neither she nor Suunath were about to just sit quietly and wait for stragglers to reach them.

"Greetings to you as well Cepheith, i am Suunath, Mine is Kindra" she replied politely though her eyes still flashed red with rage at the fact these creatures...... Whers had taken over her home. "We will help you regain your home as we were unable to Ours" she said with solid conviction behind her words, no way was she going to be left behind, especially when Trine's Gold was willing to fight.

A'in/Troiseth
Some how he made it, A'in sighed in relief as he saw Sunnath. He was thankful for the riding straps holding him up on His. It had been horrible being there and he was in shock.

Troiseth flew as close as he could to his Benden gold. Sunnath! Troiseth and Alainmine are here. We followed as best we could. Even nervous, with some minor scratches on his hide, the blue dragon was looking who to tell his pranks to and how they had helped with the escapes. Turning he saw the other gold. Greetings Cepheith. I am Troiseth, mine is Alain, we come from Benden.

S'kiro/Neptanth
Neptanth turned to hover over his friends, Dizzian, Courath Hekate, and Devith. Mine will be over shortly. His attention drawn to the bronze, causing his eyes to whirl red with the words spoken. S'kiro listened, saddened by the thoughts of what was about to happen and his family that might have made it out. After the rider spoke, S'kiro moved over to where his dragon was hovering. "You can settle down for a bit, my love. We are not going anytime soon. I think." Spotting the new riders with their young dragons, he took in their conditions. "Do you need anything? For you or your dragons?" He made it a point to look at Devith when mentioning dragons.

F'iar/Solath
F'iar moved, looking for Solath as the older blue rider took him away from the Weyr. He was in shock at what had happened. Whers and their handlers attacking, it had been too much. Solath had cried out a warning to him, and they had just made it to Neptanth before he took off himself. Mine, I wont leave you. The gentle touch, the softness in the voice, made F'iar shake with silent sobs. For all he knew, his family was gone, all that was left to him was Solath. Not all. Courath survived. See she calls to us. We are a family.
Looking where the young blue was pointing, and Neptanth was taking them, he spotted the green hide. A wave of joy rushed through him, the sight of his fellow Jr weyrlings survived, he wasn't alone. Dropping to the ground as soon as he was able, F'iar rushed over to the girls, holding onto them. "I am so glad to see you."

Dizzian was apparently a heavy sleeper and it took a few proddings from Courath before she finally regained consciousness. "hmm What?" She mumbled, hefting herself into more of an upright position. She startled and struggled when she suddenly felt arms around her. Her blurred vision confusing who it was at first.

Once she saw who it was though she returned his hug just as strongly. "Fiar! Oh Faranth I'm so glad you're alive!" She gripped his forearms, her eyes pleading up at him. "Did anyone else make it?" Finally restored to her senses she noticed S'kiro and Neptanth, a small blush rising to her face. "S'kiro..." Her voice was filled with warmth. She couldn't express how thankful she was to see her dear friend safe.

Courath had lifted herself into a sitting position and looked up at the larger blue. ~I will survive without oil for now...but water. Water is something both I and Mine desperately need. ~

Tag S'kiro, F'iar, Dizzian and Courath

"Thank you I appreciate it." Hekate replied with a rather proud nod, but a nod of thanks nonetheless as she watched the flit's go. For a moment she thought of sending her own Lady and Prince, but both were almost as exhausted as Devith was. Turning her eyes to F'iar and Dizzian Hekate smiled letting out a relieved sigh to see another weyrling like themselves. She'd been worried that Devith's clutchmates might have been lost and at the mention of water she felt her dragon stir.

Water~ Devith moaned out low shifting in his rider's grip as she fussed over him. "Easy there life of mine we'll have water for you soon." Hekate gently shushed him urging the silver to not move. "Rest Devith. Rest." She whispered stroking his eyeridges lovingly the usually vain and unnerving young rider for once appearing vulnerable with the look of love and worry for her lifebond shining in her eyes.

Brother. I am~ I am glad you are unharmed Devith crooned low to Solath, his usually booming commanding voice tired and strained, but no less proud.

((Assuming a bit of time jump and recuperation))

One of the rider's who'd stayed behind on gaurd duty had thought to return to the Demonstration grounds and retrieve some of their supplies. As such while the battle waged at Trine for the firestone, A rough 'camp' had been set up in the clearing with help from those left behind. A couple small tents were staked to the ground and someone was trying to get a firepit started. No one knew how long the fight to reclaim Trine would take and as injuries started to pour in, they realized the need for a more settled area to care for them.

It would never be called glamorous, healing supplied were limited to a few pots of numbweed and a couple bottles of strong liquor. But there was shelter from the sun, as well as water and food for humans and dragons a like.

Dizzian had tried to help set up, but her fear and worry had sapped all the energy from her and her attempts were feeble at best. In the end she retreated back to the tree line to just sit and stay out of everyone else's way. Courath stayed beside her, offering nothing more than her silent comforting presence.

Halith landed and turned her head to watch her rider slide from her back.

I'll get you some numbweed if I can, Cetalese promised the Green.

Halith snorted. Do not worry, Cetalesemine. I will be fine. They are small wounds. Go see the real injured. Velath and I will be all right here and will alert you if anyone not already in our group arrives.

Cetalese shook her head with a smile and patted Halith's leg before moving into the camp area. It wasn't hard to tell where D'lin was-- the half-knocked over tent and the massive Bronze were enough to let her know where to go. Her strides were quick, although her cheek and jaw still burned and ached respectively, and it was only getting worse with time. Her other bruises were making themselves known, but she ignored it. There was still work to be done. They had to push themselves until the last revolutionary was driven off or captured.

"D'lin. I'm glad you're up." Ceta glanced up at Plexith. "We were worried." She returned her eyes to D'lin and stepped under the precariously-balanced tent to move closer. "How do you feel?"

Without even seeming to consider it, she reached out to check the cold compress, making sure whatever water they had used to cool it wasn't already growing warm. Still cool on the outside, at least. She lifted the compress, flipping it over and checking the side that had lain against his forehead. Yes. Warm.

"We'll refresh this soon. The other side is still cool, it will have to do for now."

Cetalese met his gaze as he turned her chin, trying not to let it show that his actions startled her. The touch was brief, leaving her only a moment to witness the expression on his face. D'lin took everything seriously, most especially his new duties as Wingleader. Ceta guessed that, in some way, he felt responsible for her injuries. Before she had time to reassure him, however, he sat up and set aside the compress, moving on to the business at hand.

She paused at his question, staring back at him as she debated what to do, then her shoulders relaxed and she slipped into seriously considering their situation. They had a great deal to do at this point, and Ceta wasn't about to argue with someone who understood personal pain had to wait until their work was finished.

"The Benden Goldrider had to be taken away after she was knocked out. I'm not sure how she's doing. Someone who came to our assistance-- a Trine wherhandler, I believe-- was... not in good shape. She and her where were brought back here to be treated, but I'm not sure she'll be ready to fight with us again." Although her presence lent the hope that not all the wherhandlers had turned against them. That might be pivotal in their fight later on. "Trine's riders are all accounted for and we aren't too badly beaten up. Some scrapes and bruises. Wingleader N'mol stayed behind to make sure the other injured riders were taken care of before we were to meet back here. I think some of his riders were in bad shape, but he didn't seem too concerned, so I don't know where they stand."

Cetalese paused, not sure if D'lin had been conscious for this part, but Halith had mentioned something about it earlier and she had forgotten. "Some riders have chosen to side with the wherhandlers." Her green eyes were stark as she looked at him again. "A Brown was attempting to kill one of the Bronzes before some of our dragons intervened. We may end up fighting people we know, and that could explain why we haven't seen many of our allies. If they're fighting inside and take our allies unaware, we could be losing friends as we speak."

Cetalese looked up at Plexith, fairly sure now that he had been among the dragons trying to drive off the Brown. "Plexith may be able to tell you more. We're going to have to come up with a strategy for fighting riders as well as whers and their handlers. The Brown didn't sound happy when it looked like his rider was in danger; capturing the riders who have turned on us may be one way to assure their dragon's cooperation, but it has its difficulties, too."