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The call for firestone came down from above, and Remia and Trith were ready.

Go, my beloved. We are needed! Remia told Trith, who was already leaping into the air with powerful wingstrokes to take them high.

I hear, Mine, Trith responded, all business.

Then they were up among the wings, and Remia tossed a heavy firestone sack to the bluerider. Caught up in making sure the sack got there, Remia didn't notice the silvery clump heading in their direction until it was too late.

The green squealed in pain, and a heartbeat later, they were in the blackness of between, where the thread froze and cracked off. They reappeared above the weyrling area and immediately landed.

Her cheeks burning with shame, Remia immediately dismounted, and went to check Trith's flank. I'm so sorry, my beloved. I should have been watching closer, it's my fault you were hurt, she told Trith, though she was glad it was only a minor injury that would heal quickly.

Trith curved her head around towards her rider. You could never hurt me, Mine. We will do better next time. she said, though her eyes were tinged orange with distress.

The squeal of a pained dragon sent a shiver of terror down L'cian's spine, almost causing him to drop the firestone he had been handing to Tallith.

Almost instantly his head snapped around, scanning the sky. But already the dragon had blinked between.

Being Wingleader made L'cian worry greatly when a dragon was injured and instantly he reached for his dragon's mind. Tallith! Who was caught?

Green Trith. A minor injury.

Tell them to get the wound seen to. I don't want to risk a green rider in my wing. They are the speed. We need them.

Tallith did so.

C'tari tensed watching closely for thread when the green trumpeted. He asked Feronamth with his feelings more than an actual thought and the bronze hesitated.

She is fine, already in the bowl. He opened his mouth then and a great flame destroyed a clump.

The riders make bets on thread score. Feronamth hissed, grumbling mentally and flamed another clump, diving then to get out of another dragon's flight pattern in perfect practice formation.

After the fall, tell me about it when this is over. He signaled then that he was soon to be out of firestone and Feronamth changed direction for a pick up.

((If the riders K'njin is about to chew out are who I think they are, R'ael already told G'dor where to stick it for trying to make bets with him. C_C))

R'ael and Jaereth whirled, looking for more clumps when they heard the startled cry of the green, squealing in pain, and out of the corner of his eye, sees her and her rider vanish briefly from sight. He hadn't really gotten a sight of how bad the injury was, and it made his stomach flip flop nervously. The first injury of the flight, he prayed the last, had to have driven home to many how serious it was to be up here. Even for G'dor and his silly attempt to bet.

Jaereth....tell my idiot brother to be careful ok? He asked, tensing further as Jaereth blasted flame at another clump. Should we get some more stone?

Shortly we should, Mine, and I will of course.

Trith! Datiath shouted in N'tren's mind. He was fond of the green and his eyes tinged with anger and worry about his friend.

Concentrate on us! She is fine! Her rider takes care of her! N'tren shouted back.

That was the joy of being in the weyrling wing. Making sure the fighting dragons got their firestone without getting scored. N'tren looked long enough to make sure that green and rider were indeed okay before moving to the next bag.

N'tren was sweaty. And they were only about half way through Fall, maybe a little bit more. He could ask to be taken from firestone duty to tending the wounded but then he might have to listen to the others teasing him. So he just sighed and went on his next run.

There is much chatter. Liliath hissed after a gout of flame left her mouth and charred a falling clump of thread. T'bell ducked the ashes and shook his head.

'Can't help it love, no one is very experienced yet.'

The green that got hit will be ok. She snorted again and dodged a clump she couldn't hit, instantly flaming another.

T'bell patted her hide. It was the first injury they knew of, and the squeal of pain had rocked them both. 'Keep going love. The trailing edge will be here soon.'