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Kalendol walked down the streets warily, her eyes trained upon the sky above. Thread had begun falling more frequently these passed sevendays and every minute she remained grounded she grew more and more impatient for Kynigoth's wings to be ready to take flight. She wanted to protect everyone too, and envy burned within her momentarily. But, thread was not to be taken lightly, it was dangerous, people died. Her eldest brother who lived in Trine spoke about new wingleaders needing to be promoted due to this horrid fall. It was rather scary.

But Kalendol was ready to fight in order to protect those she loved. Briefly, thoughts of Kynigoth becoming hurt during a threadfall flashed through her mind and the teen had to slam her eyes shot not to remember the horrible scenes of her nightmares. They'd been happening often, too often, these past sevendays since the thread began to fall. If anything happened to her Kynigoth, she'd probably go insane with sadness. The bond between rider and dragon was sacred, and she'd hate for that to be burned apart by the thread.

As she reached the hall she frowned briefly and looked towards the sky once more, a troubled expression blatant in her face. 'I should do my chores, but I find myself riddled with concern. I wish Kynigoth had chosen to come with me...' She thought sadly, wondering if the thread fell would her beloved partner be destroyed?

Langoneth snarled at the sky. The twins and their dragons were out and about, taking a walk in between their chores. Jikkiri had insisted on spending time with his brother at least occasionally, and Langoneth had been forced to tolerate his company.

Jikkiri looked up and blanched. “Jam...” he hissed, worriedly, “Do you see that?”

Jamarin had seen something even more disturbing just before – a pale green dragon, very familiar, rushing past him. He looked up and scowled. “Yeah.” he said, “Shaff and shards.” he cursed.

Atibonth murmured, passively.

Langoneth growled. He did not want shelter, he wanted to fight. But he could not, not yet, though images of burning thread shone in Jikkiri's mind, bright and blazing.

Jikkiri winced. “Er, yes.”

Jamarin frowned towards where the green had gone. “Well, come on then, you lug.” he said, charging off, Jikkiri following.

The blue called as the girl and her dragon came into sight,

Jamarin approached her urgently, “Lets get out of here.” he said to Kalendol.

Langoneth glared up in the sky as the first dragons began to come in to deal with the deadly threat from above...

Her wing wasn't really involved, but Z'radi had had business in Benden and that meant when Thread fell, she had no choice. Well, she did, but her dragon was very vehement: when Thread was in the sky, Dragonriders would fly, and would not let up until she joined in.

But again, it was not her wing and as the pair flamed a clump and arranged themselves accordingly, they were not covered as...

"Oh shaff!" cried Z'radi as the silvery strands came down on them...

Thread: 173

WHOOSH!

Poecileth was startled at the flames she managed to spew into a massive clump of Thread. she exclaimed, impressed.

Malta cried, and Poecileth managed to – just barely – dodge a falling piece of Thread.

Poe said grimly, as a wingmate burned it to ash,

Thread: 164

Z'radi cried out as Thread sliced into her and her dragon. The cold of Between was a welcome reprieve, and she gasped as the dead Thread fell away. She gripped Rotatonth's neck ridge, eyes wide with pain as she struggled to feed Firestone to her dragon.

the dragon murmured, chewing her 'stone and flapping for altitude,

Still, the dragon knew things had to change. she asked the Zenith wing. It was time to cooperate.

Z'radi looked down, gripping the neck nobs as she felt the damaged straps slip a little,

murmured Rotatonth, she replied.

Z'radi rolled her eyes.

Thread: 152

Malta gripped the firestone bag tightly.

Poecileth chuckled at the mixed feelings her rider exhibited. she blasted further thread out of the air, covering a teammate, she said to Rotatonth,

A new threadscore later, Rotatonth was feeling much less cocky.

she reassured her rider,