Dry Season Scramble They're hot and wild today, Reyna commented to the Dimar beside her. He nodded absently. Rank Tinar One reporting, Leader. This is Acolyte Eighth Reyna. The northern fireline is stable for the moment, but fluxuating rapidly. The eastern fireline is stable. The southern fireline has broken, southern Barryd Wall might be under risk of burns. Western fireline is stable. She fanned her wings, sending a guided missile in the form of the Wind into the flames. They blew back for a moment, giving her rank some breathing room. That's a little better
"We are the stuff dreams are made of" ~ The Tempest, William Shakespeare
There's something, or someone, back there! I'll be back, just wait a minute! Siran took off, flying low above the fires, ignoring the choking smoke that was making his eyes water. He spotted a figure in the smoke... Hello? Who is that?
"We are the stuff dreams are made of" ~ The Tempest, William Shakespeare
Slyph, Reyna, Dreamfire, Emily.... Whatever you feel like shouting at me.
Re: Dry Season Scramble
Siran pulls back suddenly. oops, sorry Kerrai. I thought it might be what's-his-face.... Freago. Do you need any help at all?
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"We are the stuff dreams are made of" ~ The Tempest, William Shakespeare
Slyph, Reyna, Dreamfire, Emily.... Whatever you feel like shouting at me.
Re: Dry Season Scramble
Siran swooped down and landed next to Kerrai. Do you need some help out of this mess? And how'd you get here? Last I checked, you were with Reyna.
Image by FlamingText.com We are the stuff dreams are made of" ~ The Tempest, William Shakespeare
Slyph, Reyna, Dreamfire, Emily.... Whatever you feel like shouting at me
Mess with me and my otter side will nibble your bum.
enter shadow
Shadow, who had wandered off in search of someone to play a hurtful trick on, looked back toward Telka where she had come from. Someone could have seen her leave so she needed to keep a sharp eye for a dimar sent to retrieve her. In the fires near Calsida barryd she spotted a small team of firefighters and an arallin female. my next prey, she thought to herself. Ignoring the raging fire nearby Shadow landed behind a clump of foliage nearby. While pondering at what to do to she felt a burning pain in her tail. Her tail was on fire! while she had been plotting the fire had come up behind her and reached her long tail. With a screech of pain she lept forward, ramming the female arralin.
Enter Alkiav
Warm, tired, sleepy....
Alkiav rose up from his nap, perfectly content, except that it would be his turn again on the firelines in a few hours.
What should I do in the next while? Nah, too lazy to think...
Alkiav crawled to one of the platforms, and glided off, like one of the ancient Dimar, barely bothering to launch, much to the digust of one of his friends landing next to him. Catching one of the warm thermals generated by the fireline, he soared up, barely even needing to call on the Wind.
Making sure to stay away from the fireline, as not to bother the firefighters - or be drafted ahead of schedule, he cruised.
Ah, this is the life, nothing to do, not worrying about tomorrow, only today... hey! He heard a screech somewhere below...
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