[Isolde Menathet]

Isolde squinted down at the map that was flailing around in her hands. Every couple of minutes she'd have to shake her head to get her hair out of her face, but it never seemed to help much. It wasn't even safe for Spear to hover in place. This storm had appeared out of nowhere, it felt like, and the heavy feeling in the air meant there'd be lightning soon.

Movement in her backpack betrayed Livewire's fidgeting. "Doin' okay back there, baby boy?" Isolde asked, glancing over her shoulder at the Terrible Terror hatchling. Pale yellow eyes blinked through the slight opening at the top, nervous and afraid and seeking reassurance.

Without thinking much of it, Isolde reached a hand back to him. The map flapped up in her face and Isolde instinctively batted it out of her face with a squawk. The squawk was echoed by Spear underneath her, though his was far more alarmed. It took Isolde a moment to realize what she'd done, and she watched in horrified shock as her only map flew off into the distance. "NO! Spear, after it"

Spear gave a cry and dove. Isolde used both hands to hold onto her saddle and hunkered down. The world lost all meaning as Spear twisted and turned in the air. She trusted her dragon to let her know when to look up. Unfortunately they were knocked off course by a blast of wind, and Isolde yelled out as they crashed into a couple of trees.

They landed on the ground and Isolde separated from Spear. She was sent rolling and somehow lost her bag along the way. Pain wracked her body and she groaned, rolling over and holding onto her side. "Ow... Okay, that hurt. Spear, you okay?" She heard Spear give a coo of affirmation from some feet away, but she marked him off as alive. "Livewire?" No response. "Livewire?!

Isolde pushed herself up and looked for it, but in the darkness her black bag didn't stick out at all. "LIVEWIRE? WHERE ARE YOU?"

[Henretta Choi]

Normally when a storm was out that meant that it was time to head inside and hunker down till it passed, especially at height when everything was pitch black aside from strikes of lightening. Henry, however, has no such sense to stay inside and wait till it passed. She went out with Gummy, flying close above the trees as she watched lightening strike in he distance, the loud booming thunder doing little to scare her dragon. Normally she'd be out to have fun in such weather, but while heading out to do so minuets ago she had spotted an unfamiliar rider take a dive that didn't look intentional into the woods on the far side of the island. Curious Henry was quick to ready herself for a rescue, and hovered over the scene of what appeared to be a damaged tree top before she dove down below the branches, landing and glancing around for any sign of anyone. "Hello?" She called out with cupped hands, Gummy nudging her to ... what looked like a black bag, hard to see in the dark. She grabbed the bag, feeling squirming inside and opened it, surprised to find a terrible terror inside. "Well that's one down... two more, at least to go." She sighed. Gummy led her forwards, meanwhile Henry put the bag on Gummy's wing so that it worked like an umbrella for the little guy. She could give him a check up later.

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