Three Cheers for Searchriders [S'fin]

[madb]

D'rave placed his hand on his right shoulder, and rolling it until some of the tension lessened. It had been an alright series of drills, all things considered. He and Oxyoth were still the least impress of the blues - they did what the could - but at the very least, they managed to keep up. Their collective value to Mavros was in Searching, anyway.

Even if that was dragged down by unfortunate candidates.

Oxyoth sighed deeply in the back of D'rave's mind. Riders with teeth, gnawing at the growing abyss of between before them, refusing to back down before the inevitable. And yet they view my choices as incorrect. Perhaps it would simply be for the best if we never Searched at all.

Hush, D'rave soothed, a near unconscious impulse at this point to send comforting thoughts - the smell of bubbly pies out of the oven, fruit piping hot and flakes of crispy crust - to his sad, mopey thread. We are here. We are valued. No-one has kicked us out yet, so I can't imagine where you even are coming from.

The blue's presence in the corner of D'rave's mind seemed only to sag more at this.

Cheerfully, D'rave ignored it. I know! Let's go on a Search. Right now! he pressed his fist to his palm, in determination. That never fails to cheer you, old sad friend of mine.

'Never' Oxyoth bemoaned, an odd concept. How can something never be, especially if you have imagined it. I cannot know of a simpler being. Taking advantage of a dragon's memory to say I never have felt what I most likely have...

Willfully, D'rave decided not to comment on that. One picked their battles when they had a sap like Oxy for their bonded.

Glancing around, he noticed that S'fin had not yet moved on. He'd rarely talked to the greenrider, but he and his dragon seemed to be good folk. Any green that managed to communicate with Oxyoth without wishing to bite his head off was a decent sort, in D'rave's mind. And the bluerider so hated to Search alone.

Waving cheerfully, he approached.

"This is sort of out of the blue, ha, no pun intended," D'rave could near about feel the disappointment Oxyoth felt in him right at that moment, "I don't suppose you've ever been interested in Searching, have you?"

"Absolute easiest thing in the world," That is insulting "why, I'd imagine your lovely green lady here would be absolutely smashing at it," She feels like a mental sack of bricks "I usually head out with some other search partners, but they're busy at the moment, so I was kind of hoping you would join?" D'rave made a self-conscious expression. "I hate going to holds by myself to be bluntly honest. So many of them want to shut their doors as soon as I mention I'm there for Mavros."

[Zen]

S'fin :: Green Rusath

Huffing into the cold air, S’fin rolled his right shoulder a few times, doing his best to keep from wincing. The colder weather at Mavros sure liked to make that old injury of his act up. He’d never had much problem with it back at Southern, but then it never really got quite this cold there either. He scratched the light beard he had reluctantly allowed to grow in, hardly used to it, though it had been at least two months since he’d finally decided perhaps having one in the colder months might keep him that much warmer. He’d visited places colder than Southern, for sure, but he’d never stayed more than a day or two. Living in it here at Mavros was completely and utterly foreign and new to him. He definitely missed Southern’s warm beaches, but it was what it was. He was here to help A’zael, and no cold weather was going to stop him. Needless to say he would be more than glad when winter came to an end.

In the midst of his musings, he caught sight of D’rave waving and glanced around until he realized the other man was heading straight for him. It took him a moment, when D’rave mentioned a pun, to get his meaning. Oh right, he rode a Blue. Hah. Cute. “Searching?” Well that was rather out of blue. He couldn’t help but laugh as D’rave suggested Rusath could be a Searchdragon. He had actually hoped for it, in the beginning. Searchriders were often off visiting all over Pern, meeting all sorts of people, and it had been something he thought he would enjoy, but alas Rusath simply was not sensitive enough for it. He grinned, “We wouldn’t happen to be going anywhere warmer would we? If so, I am all for this little venture. Ah, that is….”

He glanced to Rusath, What do you say, Rusy? Shall we keep the boys company? He could feel her equivalent of eye rolling in the back of his mind, a soft sort of disapproval, Rusath. My name is Rusath. Though I cannot remember I am fairly certain I broke shell and announced myself to you as Rusath, not Rusy. Honestly, your memory must be worse than a dragon's. He could only grin at her admonishment, so familiar it had become. She was too proper about her name, S’fin wished she might relax about it one of these day but so far he’d had no luck at all on the matter. Without fail she would correct him every time he called her by the nickname he had come up with early on. Even in weyrlinghood she corrected him. Even when he had pointed out that HE had shortened HIS name for HER.

You haven’t answered the question. He raised an eyebrow at her and she stared back unblinkingly and seemed almost to sigh, I don’t see why not. You wish to go, don’t you? He turned back to D’rave, “We’d love to tag along. Surely the two of us can charm our way into a couple Holds, eh?” He gave a secretive sort of wink, happy to be taking a break from the usual grind of drills and Threadfall. Even if they went to someplace colder. Speaking of. “So where were you thinking of heading?”