The Threads fall and dragonriders fly against their ancient foe, yet all is not well as what could be called a generational gap - or chasm, better yet - stirs tension where there should be unity. It will take a different kind of jump to solve this; perhaps one to the Red Star itself.
Weyrman, watch; Weyrman, learn,
Something new in every Turn.
Oldest may be coldest, too.
Sense the right; find the true!
The Finger points,
At an Eye blood-red.
Alert the Weyrs,
To sear the Thread.
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