'What is it pet?' Sari races to her Green's bugled cry. 'Thread! The Weyrwoman calls us.' Comes Ronith's excited response. Multiple emotions stir within Sari's breast. Excitement duels with wariness and some fear. But, overriding all is a kind of savage rightness. Dragons were meant to fly when thread is in the sky! Sari sprinted back to her rooms. She had her gear prepaired. Kicking off her casual pants, She pulled on the heavier flight pants that would protect her from the cold of between and hopefully give her some precious time should thread touch her to go between. She pulled on a heavy shirt, and jammed her arms into her flight jacket. Kicking off her everyday boots, she pulled on thick wherryhide flight boots, and grabbing her helmet, sprang for the door. Hitting the flat at a full run, the weyr was abuzz with activity. Dragons bugled and riders were running everywhere.<br/>When Sari reached Roni, she double checked her straps and other gear, seeing that everything is in good working order, she ran over to the waiting bags of firestone and chooses the appropriate size bag for Ronith, then attached it to her impatient girl.  Giving into the excitement of the moment she "whooped" and  vaulted on the greens back and signaled her to join her wing mates in pre-flight lineup.<br/>When A'drew appeared, and ordered them to form up, Sari and Ronith take their places in the tail section of the wing pattern. Ronith thrumming with excitement, called out, 'chew firestone?'<br/>'Patience my pet.' Sari soothed as she patted her green's neck.  'Soon as we get the go ahead from A'drew.  We wouldn't want to flame out would we?'  Looking to their Wingleaders, the pair vowed to flame well and flame true.