Plans to See Things Done [TAG: searchriders]

[saidaltam]

Siten was exhausted, emotionally, during her first solitary moment after Isiloth's flight, but it was not yet time to relax herself, and after taking a moment to slump in her favourite chair, she sighed, pushed herself out of her chair, and moved to begin tidying her paperwork (which was not, in fact, on paper, but on hides) as she brushed her mind against Isiloth's. 'Isiloth, my love, would you contact our searchdragons and have them send theirs by? I need to speak with them.'

:If you wish.:[/color] Briefly, Isiloth reached out to each searchdragon she knew and contacted them stiffly. :Mine desires that yours come to her weyr promptly,:[/color] she informed each of them in a cool tone. :Mine... why do you want them, anyhow?:[/color] she added to Siten as an afterthought.

'I mean to make a request of them, to see to that we have candidates not merely meeting, but well in excess of, our needs when you do clutch and it does hatch. I will be having them expand the area of their search to include usurping suitable candidates from Northern, if the opportunity presents itself.'

:... I like this, mine.:[/color] Isiloth curled her tail about her legs, laying her head down with mild contentment to enjoy the sun.

[strawberrylush]

I'tel, handsome devil that he was, had just fished himself out of the lake when Regryth bespoke him. Mine, she yawned, displaying row upon row of her formidable teeth, Isiloth has called you to her Weyr, she shook her head, bright green hide sparkling with the fresh coating of oil that had just been applied. Please tell her I am on my way then, I'tel replied, wading out of the water and reaching for his towel. Isiloth, my rider comes, Regryth answered the gold queen before settling herself to finding cracks in her three layers of eyelids.

I'tel rolled his eyes at the green as he dressed and headed for the weyr. With the maiden flight recently over he figured he was porbably being called to be given Search orders. As one of the better Searchriders in the Weyr, of the lower colors anyway, he wasn't surprised. He hadn't been associated with Siten that long so he didn't know much about her, but she seemed a decent sort. He rubbed his jet black beard aware of the small triangle of gray just under his lip and sighed. He wasn't as young as he used to be but he doubted he'd ever grow up. It wasn' that much fun after all. He knocked on her door and waited to be ushered in.

[saidaltam]

Siten had been anticipating a rather slower response, not knowing if any of her searchriders were immediately available or not, and so the swift reply from Regryth surprised her. Nevertheless, that only meant that, when the knock came at the door, she was ready for it. "Come!" she called, setting aside the scrolls she was messing (quite unnecessarily) with and turning to face the door.

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V'ran had been pouring over his notes on the wing when Jhamith had relayed the message to him. Cursing softly to himself, he rose, dusting off and gathering his notes into a tidy, manageable pile. 'Tell her I'm on my way, please,' he replied with a sigh.

After a moment, he was setting off across the Weyr face. Some several paces ahead of him, he spotted a familiar green rider--though they weren't close, being searchriders meant that he had at least seen I'tel before, and he thought maybe Jhamith had participated in one of the man's green's flights, though he couldn't recall ever having won, so it didn't really stick in any particular way.

((I know it's very short, for being two characters, but there's not much I can say till they actually get INTO the room.))

[dragonfire]

L'rel was in his weyr, cleaning his favorite sword to prepare it for display on the wall. At least it would be displayed for now. Someday he might need to actually use it. Faralith was dozing peacefully on the ledge, but awoke when the Queen called. Isiloth needs the Searchriders,[/color] she told her rider, standing and stretching.

All right. Let her know we'll be there shortly, L'rel said. He expected that Siten wanted to organize some Searches for Isiloth's clutch, nothing out of the ordinary.

When he reached the weyr, he knocked and then stepped into the weyr ((for the sake of time)). He grinned at Siten, then pulled his expression into something more serious and gave her a small bow. It was little strange for him now that Siten was Weyrwoman, since they had been weyrlings together. "At your service, Lady Siten," he said lightly.

[saidaltam]

((For time's sake...))

V'ran being a bare few steps behind L'rel, whose face he couldn't properly remember, but whose youth betrayed him as one of Siten's clutchmates, Siten nodded, satisfied, and paused to flash a small, friendly smile toward L'rel, before addressing them. "Gentlemen, I'm sure you can imagine why I've asked you here, but I'd like to take a moment to expound, anyhow. I ask you to bear with me while I do." Folding her hands together over her stomach, she canted her head to the side and took a long, slow breath before continuing.

"With Isiloth risen and a clutch not far in the future, I mean to see that we don't lose a single hatchling between for lack of candidates. Searching the holds should be a relatively swift process. Nevertheless, I'd like to ask you all to take the search one step further. If there is even the most remote chance that we will not find enough candidates -- and there is always such a chance -- then the purview of our search will just have to be expanded." She paused, giving them a moment to make what they would of that before she elaborated.

As Siten spoke, V'ran was growing very uncomfortable. Her intentions were apparent to him even as she hinted, beating around the bush rather than stating her plans, and V'ran did not like the idea. It was a dangerous game, to say the least.

"I want you," Siten continued, "to include the outer reaches of Northern in your searches. Be careful, of course--don't allow yourselves to be seen, and let no word of your task reach Northern ears that aren't returning to Southern ground--but candidates were in short supply for even the small clutch at which Isiloth hatched, and so near after that search, suitable bodies will be in even shorter supply. Isiloth flew high. I'm anticipating a good sized clutch, for her first." She paused, then added, "I'd like to meet these northern-born candidates you bring, as well. I will need to speak with them."

Having finally said her part, Siten fell silent, giving them the opportunity to object, to raise questions, or to say anything they felt needed to be said.

For his part, V'ran merely felt his heart sink. Of course, he hadn't impressed brown for nothing. The man could follow orders. He did not, however, need to like them, and these, he most certainly did not.

((Dairine's search thread has already been taken, but Levona's is open, if either of you want it, and, of course, we're still taking volunteers, so if anyone else jumps in the bandwagon....))

[horsegal]

((do you think we can get Roslynn searched this way somehow also?))

[saidaltam]

((Roslynn's southern, isn't she? Make a thread tagged [SEARCH], and if nobody else has jumped in after 24 hrs, I'll have V'ran come do it.))

[strawberrylush]

I'tel stepped into the weyr and took a seat, leaning his long frame back comfortably. He watched and listened to siten face impassive as she laid out their search instructions. He wondered if he should bring Ille into the discussion. His twin sister, a greenrider herself had very little love for either Weyr though she had sworn her allegiance to the North. Still though if I'tel asked her for help she would give it. "I have someone in Northern Weyr who might be willing to help us". As long as Northern wasn't scrounging for candidates he didn't feel a minute of upset over stealing candidates and besides, only three holds held allegiance to Northern. That still left quite a few who would have nothing to do with the Weyr.

"My sister Ille. She Impressed a green here turns ago. She's a Searchrider for the North. She might be willing to talk to a few candidates and maybe send them South", he volunteered. He really hoped Ille wouldn't kill him when next they met.