The green announced herself to the watchweyr, "I am Ronith!"  as she came flying, exhausted, into her home weyr.  Her exhaustion soon mirrored her rider's horror at the image before them.  Scored dragon's and riders were spread about the sands in various stages of injury.  One young blue dragon huddled near his threadscored rider whose cheekbone was laid bare to the bone by the vicious enemy.  A few feet away, a green rider, not much older than seventeen, wept as he helped a healer frantically work on the injured green's thread damaged wing.<br/>Sari, formally jubilant at the end of the flight, felt nothing but the common sorrow all riders feel at the injury of a dragon, and all riders feel at the injury of other dragonfolk. Vowing to come back as soon as she has attended Ronith, Sari tunes into her dragon and with deep love spoke,'Ronith  my love, we are both healthy.  I love you.  Let's get that firestone ash out of you, then a swim for you while I assist the injured?'  Ronith's eye's whirled yellow, 'Helping is good.  I will excise the ash, and I will swim.  Sari will help the doctor.  That is the way it should be.' Sari was surprised at Ronith's long speech, but it did seem fitting for the day.<br/>Once Ronith was taken care of, Sari set out to find  Inna and offer her aid.  She found her slathering numbweed on a older green who had come out of between too near a clump of thread.<br/>"What do you need me to do to help Masterhealer?"<br/>