The Red Star that had caused Thread to drop its silver strands on Idan was nearly out of the planet’s orbit, according to the Watchrider. For nearly fifty turns Camden Weyr and its inhabitants—indeed all of the Northern Continent--had known only the intermittent battle against the destructive Threadfall. A great majority—those under fifty turns—knew no other life.
Although the many Dragonriders and their dragons had been kept busy fighting Threadfall, daily life in the Weyr had continued: births, deaths, new clutches arriving and new riders Impressed, training, and changes in leadership and staff. Once this Pass ended there should be at least two hundred turns--the 7th Interval--of respite for the Weyrs, Holds, and Crafthalls.
It was early evening…sunset. The sun was beginning to disappear behind the mountain top on the western side of the Weyr, bathing the eastern weyrs with the last of its rays. The large outdoor glowlamps were being prepared by the staff to provide illumination in the mild spring night.
The Dragonriders had just recently returned from between…appearing out of nowhere in formation in what remained of their respective Wings. The Weyrleader had come last, ensuring all at least made it between.
The Weyr was now busy with activity…
…tired dragons being taken care of by their devoted riders—bathing would have to wait until the sun rose the next day
…riders taking care of their own needs after settling uninjured dragons into their weyrs or sending them to the Feeding Grounds
…weyrlings coming out into the evening from the safety of their caves to assist the Dragonriders with injured dragons and to help remove, clean, and store the heavy harnesses and leather neck plates
…over 300 weyrstaff busy setting up dinner in the Dining Cavern, lighting fires in hearths, monitoring the steaming bath pools, assisting outside, and generally making life easier for the Dragonriders
…and herders separating the herdbeasts—bovines, ovines, and caprines--on the Feeding Grounds for the dragons’ extra weekly meal for having expended so much energy fighting Threadfall
A group of young boys too young to have been Impressed yet were gathering and sorting firestone for the next wave of Thread, as well as cleaning the goldriders’ flamethrowers.
The Healing Caverns were teeming with the injured and threadscored riders who had returned earlier from between: some were dying, some were injured but expected to recover, and others had only minor wounds. The Master Healer and her staff had their hands full, as usual, after a battle with Thread.
One injured rider was crying and refusing to speak as his dragon lay outside severely injured. The young man had selfishly brought the dragon back instead of allowing the copper to go between. Realizing his mistake, the rider bolted out of the Healer Cavern. His dragon gathered enough strength to make a final fight between where rider and dragon blinked out of existence as one.
Other Healers were tending to injured dragons inside the cavern that was meant to hold a few sick dragons, as well as outside in the evening’s light. The air was filled with dragons whimpering plaintively as their riders lay hurt and communicating telepathically with them; other dragons were keening despondently as their riders lay dying, unable to communicate. As several riders died on their cots from threadscore too deep to heal, the dragons launched themselves into the sky between, unable to live without their riders.
The dragons safely back in their weyrs or at the Feeding Grounds keened in sympathy with their friends and in memory of those who chose to leave them forever.
Even the colorful fire-lizards were flitting and darting around in sympathy and helping to console humans and dragons both.
All this activity would continue for some while before the Weyrleader announced a meeting through his and the other dragons.
OOC: We’re going to spend a good bit of time introducing the Weyr and getting to know the characters/dragons, so enjoy and take your time.
Edited by Nikki Peppermint, 13 August 2007 - 03:36 PM.