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After an inital pass over the Weyr to assess the situation Moriath recalled her wing to a clifftop a good half day's travel from the Weyr itself; a moment's travel for them but far away for the wherhandlers. Landing with a thump the crimson dragon reached out reluctantly for Calanoth's mind; he might be a dumb male, but he was a wingleader as much as she was and they would be foolish not to work together. she called.

Raising her head to watch the incoming weyrling Moriath gave a deep rumble of greeting. she instructed, What were they going to do? She wasn't sure, this wasn't fighting Thread, this was something she had never expected to face.... But she would work it out; she was Moriath, a crimson of Malvren, the greatest dragon on the face of Pern! She just needed a little time to decide what was best.

Releasing herself from the riding straps and sliding to the ground Kleos shaded her eyes to watch the silver, not feeling quite as confident as her dragon. Sometimes she wished she could share that all encompassing, utterly assured arrogance but she did not. She knew she was only one woman, one woman currently feeling in over her head but unable to show it because people expected things of her now. How were they to fight off handlers in the tunnels where their dragons couldn't reach them? They could dominate the air, yes, but their lifemates couldn't attack the handlers and if they kept their whers close to them then the dragons couldn't attack them either for fear of harming the human.

She didn’t know what to do.

Though Morgaine was not a fighter she was also not going to sit idly by and watch her home become lost like Benden had become. So she had Palooth had left the gathering and with a bit of effort found where the others from Malvren had started to gather. She was so grateful to see that Mercy and Aerith were already there. 'We must help save our home Mine.' Palooth said to his rider and Morgaine patted his neck. 'Neither of us are fighters Palooth, I don't know what we can do to help.' The dragon remained silent for a few moments as they landed near Mercy and Aerith.

'They will need healers Mine, and you are a good healer. We will save our home by saving those who can fight.' With her feet back on solid ground Morgaine glanced over at her friend Mercy while her hand rested on Palooth's head. 'You're right Palooth, they will need all the healers they can get.' Her hand scratched the dragons head ridges before taking a few steps closer to Mercy. She was sure if her friend would be involved directly in the fighting or not, she also really wasn't sure what to say, today's events had shocked everyone so Morgaine simply stood near her friend in silence, offering silent support to Mercy and taking the same from the other woman. They could get through this, she knew they could.

Mercy was here, good, and Morgaine too. Before she had time to address them however Z'fer arrived on the scene and she nodded briefly to the white and black riders before striding over to greet the bronze. "Z'fer, I am glad to see you," she said, throwing a salute to her fellow wingleader. "I brought my wing out above the Weyr at first, but after breif observation... well I thought it best to withdraw and gather our forces; I do not have all of my wing either." So... now what? The crimson rider shifted her stance and, pulling her flight goggles down around her neck, rubbed at the thread scarring on her face.

"It seems the wherhandlers are not short on support," she said, as going over what she knew first seemed like a good idea. "I think they even have support from some riders... even some of our own riders." Malvren riders. It pained her, but it was true. "We need to get in and help those resisting inside the Weyr as soon as we may, but going in scattered will not help our cause. Organized strike forces, that's what we need." It was, wasn't it? She hoped it was.

After their departure from the false Gather, it took Ralla and Firith a bit of time to locate the other Malvren riders, since they hadn't bothered to ask anyone else where they were going. Eventually, though, they caught sight of them, and glided in to land near the group.

We are Ralla and Firith, she announced, And we want to know what's going on.

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Mazamath arrived a few minutes after Calanoth, having lingered a little longer to further comfort his rider until she was actually ready to ride...or as ready as she would be. Even as they came out from between, tears still streamed down her face. Once they landed, she didn't dismount, only leaned forward to hug her dragon's neck.

We are here, the blue sent, sounding subdued rather than agitated.

With the beating of wings Bolth launched himself out of between gliding and circling as he attempted to spot his allies. There! C'rci mentally called to him spotting the familiar large bronze form of Calanoth. Turning to her passenger she gave the girl a reassuring nod.

Calanoth! Mine and I bring a Benden healer! Where shall we place her? Bolth called down to bronze below as he scouted out a decent place to land setting claw down in a small clearing and stalking closer to the group.

"Don't worry. Malvren always has need of healers." She murmered back to the girl before having Bolth move closer to Calanoth calling out to Z'fer from dragonback.

"C'rci of Blue Bolth reporting in. I was a wherhandler before I impressed, perhaps my knowledge of the creatures and how to combat them can be of use to the Weyr?" She said to Z'fer her chest tightening at the thought of killing her once family, but they had gone too far. Besides there was no sure way of knowing that these whers were from her home after all.

The young blue in question in turn reached out nuzzling his large bronze friend's neck more then happy to see a friendly face. I will see about getting her to the others.

"Oh by the shell of the first queen you didn't sharding tell us where you wanted to go! Besides it's likely had you stayed at Benden you'd have been captured or killed. I heard your forces are scattering until they can regroup later." C'rci explaining trying to calm the irate healer and fighting the urge to roll her eyes. Beneath her Bolth shifted turning to look at his little passenger with whirling eyes.

Mine and I have done what we could. There will be battle soon and we will greatly need your help. There are plenty injured here who desperately seek your skills. Will you not help them? Bolth asked his tone soft and pleading as he gently nudged the little healer hoping to urge her towards the Weyrfolk.

Turning back to Z'fer, C'rci thought on his plans. "That's a good idea on two fronts. Wher's can't stand bright light as well and even if we don't get a direct hit with the fire it's likely the sudden burst of light will stun them momentarily. It's likely they've taken out any bright glows or other light within or around the Wyer and will try to force us to fight them in darkness when the time comes. We won't want to do that. Perhaps we can manage to light the firepits? The added light they give off will work in our advantage and they'd serve a good distraction for another group to get the firestone." C'rci explained her mind a whirl with ideas as she tried to puzzle out the best way to aid her Weyr.

"In fact sending a group in first to try and light the firepits would make an excellent distraction. You can see the firepits from far away so they'd serve as a good signal for the second group to move and on top of it they might draw some of the handlers out and away from the second group giving them time to find and secure the firestone. We don't need firestone to light the firepits, just pitch torches that could be dropped from dragonback." Said C'rci reaching up to nudge the little crimson firelizard hiding in her hair.

Fasha. Keep an eye on the healer. C'rci urged as the crimson flit let out a grumble, but did just that peering from her rider's locks at the girl below ready to follow should the healer move.

C'rci nodded seeing the other woman's point with a frown. "True, but we wouldn't have to flame them, just blind them with the flame or use it to run them out. Wher's are very substitutable to bright lights and loud noise. . ." C'rci trailed off her eyes going wide.

"The Thread Siren! It's loud enough! Any wher outside would probably be very confused and hurt by it and combine it with bright flashes of dragon fire and I'm sure you'd have some very disorientated whers!" C'rci gasped out her words spilling out as quickly as she could put the idea together.