-::Helping All Around [Search]::-

[Edward]

It was that time of day, now. Beyral had been walking around for quite some time know helping one group of people followed by the next. It was finally time that he took himself a break. Continuing his aimless wandering, the teenager would let his eyes wander upon the skies as his mind drifted away and into the clouds.

Like his usual day dreams, and dreams for that matter, Beyral thought himself upon the back of a dragon that was soaring through the floating blue. Looking down he could see an on going battle; he was to help! When Beyral reached the battle he seemed to snap back to reality.

Something loud was up ahead, but Beyral couldn't be quite sure what it was at the moment. Getting closer in order to be able to investigate. Caramel optics would scan the area as they tried to get at least some idea as to what was happening before he got in front of the issue itself.

[stolenhart]

Y'mer was sitting under an overhang, hide and ink bottle in one hand, quill in the other. Shavilyth was making the most of the day by sitting in the middle of the Hold square, wings folded primly against her back as she watched people either walk up to her, hoping to be Searched, or walk by her. She was enjoying her day and she should be, it was a rare storm free winter afternoon, the temperature was nice and cool and there was a good breeze blowing which meant she could fly all day if she chose.

So far, she hadn't found anyone worthy of her time. Oh there had been a moment or two in passer-bys but no one who caught her eye and held it for any length of time. Y'mer hadn't even had to write down a single name. Instead he was doodling on the hide, drawing Shavi eating people or dozens of flitts attacking a single person. He was frankly, bored, and this quiet hold was not doing him any good.

"Are you about done? We aren't going to find anyone here", he stood up, calling out to the dragon.

[Edward]

As Beyral forced his way closer and closer to the front the crowd seemed to become more and more congested. It must have been something that they didn't see that often. There seemed to be an invisible dome around whatever it was because once Beyral got to a certain point no one seemed to come any closer than that.

Breaking through the shell of the crowd, Beyral's eyes would meet with the 'issue' that had everyone's eyes glued. It seemed that the people walking around finally had a good reason to stop for once instead of their usual stops, which Beyral personally thought were rather annoying.

The chill breeze could be felt against the face of the youth as he stared at the dragon for countless seconds as the your flitt tried to take flight and make its way toward the giant, in comparison to himself. The flitt would just fly near the head of the green. Emotions of awe creeping into Beyral's mind from his flitt.

Running forward in order to stay near his flitt, Beyral would look for the rider. Surely they weren't far apart, and that was truth. He would be one of the few people that Beyral would talk to around here. "What's her name?" The words would calmly exit the mouth of the teen as he awaited a response from the rider of the green.

[stolenhart]

Shavilyth eyed the flitt calmly, in reality she hated the little things, always so noisy and stealing away her spotlight, if she could have eaten them all she would have. But Y'mer never let her have any fun, so she was content to just watch this one flutter about, though she did snort at it a time or two, just to see if she could make it move in the air. "Quit playing, oh", Y'mer turned when he heard a question pushed his way.

"Shavilyth", he answered, turning to face the boy. Like most young men here at Lidal, this one had a certain warrior caste to his stance and features. Did you find something?, the green asked, turning her head towards her rider. }Just a curious young man{, he replied, calmly, reaching out to touch her questing nose. "I'm Y'mer, a searchrider from the Weyr", well of course he was from the Weyr, where else would he be from? Still at least the boy knew he wasn't someone from the North anymore. "Can I help you with something?"

[Edward]

'Oh. So he's a search rider... Beyral would take that information and store it in the back of his mind as he listened to the green rider. It seemed that the rider didn't have much more to say, so he had simply asked what Beyral wanted, but in a nicer set of words. There wasn't anything, exactly, that the rider could help him with, but of course there were possibilities. They just kept zooming through the weyr brat's mind as he thought of, yet, another question to ask. Not being certain which one to ask, however, Beyral would go ahead and ask more than one.

"So how come you are here?" Well obviously he was searching, but then again there was always a chance that Y'mer could have another task that he wished accomplished. "Why join the ranks of riders?" After a pause of time, in order to allow an answer, the teen would follow up with another question. He like wasting tome, so why would he waste someone else's tine? Especially a rider at that. As far as he was concerned; he would only be listening to this green until he acquired what he wanted. Hopefully it would all turn well. The male's eyes were keen with interest on how the rider would answer the questions that had been asked.

The green had easily scared the bronze flitt as it would flutter away for a few moments when snorted at only to return to examine it's larger family member. Russet just wasn't sure how close he would be allowed to get, but slowly he would circle closer and closer to the green to see if a distance limit would be given to it. Though it was young, it was also bold. Nothing could scare it completely away; Not yet at least.

[stolenhart]

Shavilyth ignored the flitt now that her nose had found her rider's hand. But instead of being content with her rider's hand, she moved past him towards Beyral, delicately sniffing the air around the younger man. "We are on Search, drew the short straw and had to come to Lidal", he answered the question, leaning against Shavi's big head as she studdied teh young man. "Why join?", Y'mer scratched his head with a calloused hand, "I didn't exactly want to join the Riders but they made me an offer I couldn't refuse and truthfully, what I was doing was not the most lucrative". Actually it had been but Y'mer had been getting to the age where getting caught would have meant death.

The former thief turned to his dragon who had withdrawn her head to think something over. He could all but feel the wheels turning in her brain and it was starting to give him a headache. }Well?{, he asked her, forehead scrunching up. I am not sure. I think you should invite him back to the Weyr but he feels funny. Shavi always said her candidates felt funny but then Shavi was the best Searchdragon in the Weyr at the moment. All but one of her twelve candidates had Impressed last time, though admittedly to blues and greens. Still.....

"How old are you? And have you ever Stood for a Clutch before?", Y'mer asked.

[Edward]

So the man was searching for candidates. He had been through this process once before. It was time that it happened again, but this time the result wouldn't be the same if he could do anything about it. No longer did he wish to be left standing. Listening to what the man said Beyral would learn more than he hoped about this man. The man had actually answered the question.. 'So, It wasn't like he wanted to be there. It was more of a last option sort of deal. That's the way he made it sound at least. Thoughts would just race around in Beyral's head. Why anyone wouldn't want to be a rider didn't cross Beyral's mind at all. He found it quite unnerving that someone that didn't want it could receive it like he had. Though, 'stuff' happens all the time, and there was obviously nothing that could be done about it so why sulk over an unimportant subject like the past.

That would, of course, be when it happened. The past had been brought up. The rider had asked for Beyral's age and whether or not he had been on the sands before. A small face of annoyance would appear on the face of the teen before it would disappear and he would begin to answer the daunting question. "I'm nineteen turns, and yes. I have stood on the sands once before. The turn out wasn't as well as I had hoped for me, and I was left standing upon the warm grains of sand. Next time I stand it will be different. I'm one hundred percent sure that I'm ready this time. No one can stop me." The solid determination could be felt from the words that Beyral spoke. No lie would leave his mouth; only truth. He was sure about what he was saying and he saw nothing wrong about it.

The brown flitt would grow bored as it would now be ignored by its older sibling. The green would just concentrate on her rider and the brown flitt would fly slowly back to Beyral. It had been sad of being alone, and Beyral could feel the disappointment from the emotions that linked both Russet and himself. Patiently the boy would wait a response from the rider in response to anything that he had said. The day could turn out to be one of great excitement for the boy.

[stolenhart]

Shavi gave an amused snort as Y'mer lifted an eyebrow. The boy was that confident then? And he was ready? He didn't even know what he was ready for and in Y'mer's experience those who said they were ready were often the ones who weren't. Despite the confidence, you should ask him to attend, he's been thee before, Shavi sent to her rider, nudging him gently in the shoulder. Y'mer set his lips, as much as he wanted to turn the boy away for being an overconfident twit, he couldn't. The boy would just show up in the Stands, probably Impress and then let the Weyrleader know that Y'mer had spoken to him and turned him down. Y'mer would find himself on latrine duty for the rest of his life.

He hated to give the boy a pass though, that overconfidence would get him killed and that would be waste of a good dragon. Still it was the dragon who chose not the humans. It was their job to make sure that a good number of candidates were present to them. "Would you do Southern Weyr the Honor of Standing for Vandyith's Clutch and subsequent Hatching?", he asked Beyral, the words felt like they were being pulled from his mouth by a hundred runners.

[Edward]

[[ooc: Sorry for the wait. I was rather busy.]]

Not too long after Beyral had spoken, the rider would take a second to himself as the dragon and rider seemed to have a conversation amongst the two of them. After a moment the rider would ask Beyral if he would Stand for the new clutch. A smile would appear upon his face as he had a feeling this day would come again soon. Too busy being mentally happy with the news that he had just recieved, the male didn't pay too much mind to the tone of voice that could have been given off by the rider when he asked. A simple reply would be given to the rider, as a matter of fact. His words were saturated with nothing but confidence and respect. Though some saw that as troublesome, others saw it as a gift.

"Yes. I will Stand for the clutch. It would be my honor, and I thank you for giving me the chance yet again to do so. I will make sure that I join your ranks. I'll do everything in my power to help my chances with this clutch." After a short pause the boy would speak yet again as he was prepared for departure whenever the rider was. "When is it that you want to leave?" He wasn't one hundred percent sure if he would be taking off with the rider, but that's how he thought it would happen. If it didn't then he would get it to work out one way or another. He was just glad that his dream might be coming true soon.

[stolenhart]

Y'mer gave the boy a curt nod, turning towards his green so this overconfident, cocky pain in the rear wherry's behind would not see him gritting his teeth as he tried to keep his emotions under control. He would join our ranks? Help his chances? And knowing Y'mer's luck the boy would Impress a brown or bronze and be Y'mer's boss forever. That would just be a cosmic joke of all time. But there was a way to not deal with the young man anymore.

"Since you are here at Lidal", Y'mer said, tugging on a strap before turning back, "You will simply go up to the Weyr. I'll leave word with the Headwoman to expect you but I am not going back to the Weyr for a few more hours, I have other Searches to conduct", he explained. It was a short half-day's walk to the Weyr from the Hold, no runners would take that road, so the boy would be walking. "I would get there as soon as you could though, the eggs might Hatch at any day".