Xaith finished the rest of the fall without any major incidents, the rain was making things a lot easier; thread was drowing mid air and what was left was not clumping as much. Though the wind was still strong Xaith was able to dart around and get the small half drowned clumps that kept appearing out of no where. She saw that even though the outer rim of a clump was drowned the insides were still hot and active.
Gail was surprised when Xaith relayed the message, it seemed like they had been up there for days.
All thread has been cleared, we are to go back to the Weyr ridermine. You are quiet, are you hurt?
Though her hands ached and her cheeks and neck stung from wind and whiplash she was mostly alright.
No love.
All the wings were still drifting in the fighting patterns and some of the senior dragon's landed to inquire to any small holders that lived in the area. With this heavey rain there was little chance of a burrow even if the thread did get through. She sent a half hearted image to Xaith who chearfully filled the rest and several sensationless seconds later they appeared above a very active weyr. The sound of wounded dragons and dragons crying for their wounded riders raised pitifully up. Xaith slowly spiraled down, the wind less harsh though the rain was just starting to spat around the weyr.
