Edited Post: (permission from Rosiegirl) Sixanth's head snapped up, and then the brown was winging his way after the rising green, utterly ignoring the other chasers- not that he thought a *blue*

Sixanth's head snapped up, and then the brown was winging his way after the rising green, utterly ignoring the other chasers- not that he thought a *blue* would be able to outfly him. ((Beautiful

In about five to ten minutes - maybe less depending how speedy this particular little green was - Bl'by knew he was going to be thinking about very little beyond whichever warm body he ended up next

Tolfast heard the shouting with growing alarm, moving immediately in the direction of the gathering riders and their commotion. He couldn't hear a woman in distress and leave it uninvestigated! With a

Shalia continued to hug Foreth, keeping her face pressed against the golden hide, as much to avoid another look at the mangled remains as to comfort the dragon. "I'm glad you're not hurt any worse

R'tal's breath hissed out quietly. "Don't look, love," he said hastily, firmly, slamming a barrier like a shut door between his mind and Talith's as he felt the brown trying to see what he was

"I'm sorry that things didn't work out the way you wanted," T'rif said with real sympathy. "I hope that you can find a better life here. We do sometimes let riders who were strong into their craft to

~~'kay.~~ Chato went up to the boy and sat prettily. ~~'lo, 'rel,~~ he said.<< "Yep that would be me." Reirel agreed nodding "Well maybe hard here, but at least there isn't a whole Weyr looking at

"Alright." She said with a smile. She followed him into the small exam room and was aware quickly of the scent of numbered and redwort.

"I'll send Kiriona a message and see if I can figure out... I..." M'gil slumpted a bit slightly unsure just how he should be feeling right now. He had been all for being rejected or unwanted,

"Ah feck," T'rif cursed. What horrible timing. Half the Candidate staff would be caught in the flight and then they'd have no one to watch the Candidates. Not that any of them were. ((You do not

((Some burns,)) Foreth said, ((but not as bad as Talith and Truenoth. I was facing away.)) The whines slowly died. Shalia was seeing a side of her that even her rider rarely saw.

Traynth hadn't even paused to yell to his rider. Traynth never did. Traynth went from curled miserably in a heap to forgetting entirely that he was grieving in his rush to chase the green. Like rider,

Before she’d left on the trip, she’d made sure to leave her green flit Alyss with Kiloka, so that if he needed to reach her (not having a flit himself) he’d be able to easily. But as soon as

Xyetlan nodded trying to concentrate "Is this easier if you have a flit?" she couldn't help wondering after all if you had already delt with similar things it might and had been known to make stuff

Master Lorithi happened to be walking towards the entrance when she noticed the young man looking around, “Hello, do you need assistance today?” Sent from Yahoo Mail for iPad

OOC: This thread is set mid-ish month 7 IC: The longer someone was a Healer, the more chance they would've had to see many different injuries come into the Infirmary. Be it cuts, burns,

Shalia's arms wrapped around the gold as best they could. "I'm so sorry" she repeated. She had no idea what else to say. "Are you okay? Physically, I mean? Were you hurt?"-- LrdSlvrhnd on the

Foreth swung her head back around to look at Shalia. She stretched out her neck and lowered her head so that Shalia could reach her without stepping onto the Sands. ((My eggs...)) was all she said, a

Shalia had regained her composure and, even though she was determined to stick around, was feeling rather useless. Neither Weyrleader had asked for anything or, truth to tell, even seemed to have