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A week has passed since their arrival and most of the wounds have at least been looked at. Dragons and riders alike have found some semblance of relief but the threadfalls had continued in sporadic, short bursts so unlike the fables of their own time.

And the greenery did not seem to fall away from where the spores struck earth, instead the ground would seem unfazed... marked lightly, perhaps, but strangely immune to the devouring thread. This was not a common occurrence in the present, where the South and North were equally vulnerable to the destructive force of Thread. In fact, it is almost as if this place is unknown, untouched by dragons or Pernese settlers, forgotten perhaps?

A ridge rising out of the ground near their arrival point offers protection from the elements while the group recovers. And their plight is not without its turns of luck, the Mystweed is common here, flowering in the hollows and shadows and easy pickings for recovery. Large and robust, the plants seem particularly healthy, easy to transplant

In the skies above, the feeling of being strangely empty of dragons proves too odd for truth for on the ninth day, a wing of three greenriders wings their way over the ridge that shelters the group. The protocol that they'd been drilled with demands they not interact with the flyover and yet their situation could be made better by additional supplies... could the existence of the Atypicals be revealed in such a strange time?

The flyover is short as the dragons descend and then soon after rise again, small bag-shaped objects hanging from their talons as the three blink Between and disappear. That alone suggests the group must be very careful in their recovery and explorations.

Special Instructions
-Roll 1 10-sided dice.
-Less then 6: Your characters see nothing.
-6: Your character spots only a glimpse
-More then 6: Your characters watch the something go.

Nine days. Nine days they had been trapped in the past, trying to recover from their injuries and tending to each other, all taking shifts in doing whatever they could to be of help. Despite their rather grim situation, not all was at a loss. Mystweed was plentiful here, and when they were ready to return home once more they could bring back quite a load. The question remained, when would everyone be in good enough condition for such a return journey?

Injuries and Thread were not their only concerns. Naught but a few minutes ago a small wing of greenriders had flown over head. Thankfully they seem to have remained unnoticed, for even with as much as they could use the additional aid they must not be discovered. They had far too many atypical with them and their existence could not be exposed to Pern so early on in the timeline. One could only imagine how that might alter the future (and by proxy their very existence).

Mine, the riders take flight again, Argenth pointed out, and Crystal looked up just in time to see the three greens rising into the air before vanishing Between. What were those bags they had been carrying though? She hadn’t remembered seeing them before.

Could be anything, the silver replied, watching the spot they had disappeared from only a moment longer before turning his attention back to their fellows. So long as they don’t see or hear us, all is well.

He was right, though if wings were flying in and out to collect things they might not be out of the clear for a long while yet. They would have to remain cautious.

As one of thew youngest riders, Ralae had expected to show them all that she could handle any task that came her way. She would not hinder them and she would earn their respect. Instead, Ralae spent most of her time near Zabreth resting or trying to do simple tasks like watching the cooking fires.

The gash on her head was sewn up and would heal, leaving a nasty scar. Her chest was another matter and it seemed like she was changing bandages almost every candle mark. After nine days, she could finally put pressure on her leg again but what concerned her most was Zabreth.

The dragon's wings were still very badly scored and Ralae was afraid that there was not enough fellis and numbweed to ease her green's discomfort or healing pain. Would they be able to fly again? She was doing what she could to keep those thoughts from her sunny Zabreth but the teen was concerned and not yet ready to voice her worries to the senior riders. Several had spotted riders from this time, whatever this time was and everyone was doing what they could to stay low while gathering the mystweed. "I want to go home, Zay. I really do. When we get back, I shall oil you and let you sun on your rock for a week."

It will be alright mine. The others know what to do.

"I just missed them Ca'mil. It's best we not be seen anyway," Ralae replied. She grimaced at the idea of what would happen if they did meet strangers from the past. Zabreth was upset at not being able to fly against thread.... At not being able to fly at all.

She looked up when Kleos came over and gave a smile. Looking over at her beloved green, she could only shrug. "As best as possible. Her wings are healing. I keep them coated. Thankfully, she did not take any scorings in her inner membrane, it was all along the outer membrane, though it does seem long to heal. I suppose we will just have to wait."

She leaned close and confided her worst fears to the older, higher ranked rider. "I know we must leave soon. But she can't go Between from the ground and I don't want to be left behind or be a hindrance. I don't know how to make her better."