Ky'ran had just returned from bathing Therath and was attempting to dry his hair when he heard the first alarmed bugle. *What is going on?*he asked his green. Therath stuck her head in the room, bowling him over.<br/><br/>*Thread! Hurry, we must fight!*she sent, looking down at him with a large swirling eye and hand turned red in agitation. *Don't just lay there, mine. Hurry!*<br/><br/>The prone rider started to point out that if she hadn't knocked him over; he wouldn't be laying on his back but then what she said clicked. Cursing loudly, the teen jumped to his feet and quickly got dressed, hoping his leather cap would be enough protection for his still damp head against the cold of between.<br/><br/>Therath helped as she could when her rider began putting on her harness although her attempts to help him into the saddle nearly tossed him clean over her. Seeing the bags of firestone she handed a few up to him and then emptied one and began chewing the contents carefully as not to cut her tongue on the sharp edged rocks.<br/><br/>Knowing his beloved green was eager and would quickly go through the stones, Ky'ran scrambled to position the bags and buckle himself into the safety straps. He had no sooner finished when Therath snapped open her wings; bugling a challenge to her enemy; the thread and leaped from the ledge.<br/><br/>Going between, came out and barely missed being scored. *Die, vile scum!*Therath said, sending a burst of flame to render it lifeless.<br/><br/>Spying a clump off to the right but below them, Ky'ran pointed it out and then whooped as she dove for it, using just enough flame to turn it to charcoal.