That Empty Hole... (open)

[brimstone81]

L'sander sighed loudly, for a "relaxing" night in, it was getting quite strained. The bronzerider stared into his barely touched cup of klah, and ventured to take a sip as if the unleashed testosterone around him would make it sweeter. Nope. Still bitter as sharding thread. He looked over the rim of the cup at all of them. All were bronzeriders, and he answered to none of them, so why should he care who he pissed off? L'sander breifly wondered who died and made R'lec king, with that smug look on his face.

L'sander didn't remark on the wing thing. Sure, he believed that his wing, Zahra, was best, and sure, if he had wanted it, he might have made a Wingsecond by now. He just hadn't had the heart for it. Not that he needed to justify himself to any of them, especially the other bronzeriders. He might have spoken, but Neory had interrupted them with politcal questions instead of their boyish banter. Thread? He was a thoughtful young man, but to tell the truth, he hadn't been planning to be the one to lead in the next few turns, so he hadn't dwelled too much on thread readiness.

The young bronzerider shrugged a little, "I suppose we need to make sure our numbers are up to right levels, and practice. Since none of us were alive last threadfall, that means some one is going to have to be hidebound in the records room. I am willing to bet yourself and Elisha are researching extensively. There must be some ways the last riders fought. We'll have to come up with some kind of strategy, but even that's hard, given we don't know what we're up against."

L'sander took another drink before he could look at Neory to see if she approved. He wasn't anybody in the Weyr, just a loyal wingrider who got on better with brown and blueriders than other bronzeriders. R'lec was higher up on the totem pole than he was, maybe he had some brilliant plan to save the day. Less pressure on L'sander then.

[jerith]

J'ren nodded in agreement. L'sander had a point of course; training and preparedness was essential.

"If all the stories of Thread are to be believed," He said, looking at each in turn,"It falls from the sky like rain, decimating entire fields and forests, livestock and even...people. It eats anything it touches, except stone." He shuddered alittle. "Dragon's fire is our greatest weapon against it, charred to ash while it is in the air."

"Something I read though, seems to suggest that the dragons will know even before we do. That the queen's will lay a larger clutch, increasing our numbers."

J'ren stopped talking and waited to see what else would be said. It gave him a moment to reflect on the bit of posturing he had done. Such things were not uncommon between riders, and it was all meant in fun, mostly.

[kayla]

Neory nodded. Neither really said anything that she had not already known, but it was good to see that Bronzers - leaders all even if not in position - were thinking about the seriousness of Thread to come. She also heard in J'ren's comments that which had been long whispered about the Weyr - did the larger clutches mean that Thread was coming? She believed so, and thought that anyone with sense should see the large clutches as the obliteration of stupidly thinking Thread was a thing of the past - not something she thought any of the men with her at the moment had every entertained.

Helpful suggestions, perhaps not, but at least it showed that it was something that the two men were thinking about. She smiled to both of them, "We are L'sander. Elisha more so than myself for now, but we are. I think the biggest concern has to do with the fact that dragons are not at full strength. Hopefully, we still have a bit of time."