Expect the Unexpected (Search!)

[dragonfire]

Zisyr had finally escaped his duties for an hour or so, and he had snuck out of the Hold for some alone time. He pulled on his worn winter coat and boots and headed outside. The sky was clear, but there was a definite nip in the air. Still, it was better than being cooped up in the stuffy Hold compound.

Bending down, he rolled a snowball in his mittens and then threw it at nothing. It plopped to the ground a few feet away. Zisyr strode over to it, making a zigzag pattern with his boots. Yes, it felt very nice to be doing nothing.

((Short, but I just wanted to set it up.))

[holly]

"You doing alright there, Sunny-love?" The cold wind tried to steal away the rider's words, but they were merely re-inforcement for the mental exchange, a vocalization of what he was sending.

~I'm fine, Mine. It's easier for me to fly low than some others.~ Sunath replied, skimming along barely a hundred feet in the air.

"I know, I just worry. Siten's been running all of the search riders ragged, trying to get enough candidates that meet Isiloth's standards."

~No offense to Isiloth, but I don't think there are enough people on Pern, period, that would meet her standards.~ The green and her rider shared a soft laugh, before Sunath's attention was suddenly caught. ~Then again, I could be wrong...~

"Sunny?"

~Hold on.~ Sunath warned, wings flaring as she turned on a wingtip, landing lightly on the snowy ground infront of a young man.

"Him?"

~Him. He will be a fine candidate.~

"... I just hope I can convince him of that."