Look Over There

Writers: Heather, Iluva
Date Posted: 11th June 2025

Characters: M'yvak, L'kav
Description: The Searchriders throw a little shade (oh, and discuss Searching)
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 6, day 14 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: R'bharra, Hesbia, Yasmeane, Saibra, Yvase (NPC)

M'yvak

L'kav

Feyonth had been watching the junior weyrlings’ riders compete in some sort of exercise or competition or demonstration for the better part of the candlemark, half-lidded eyes whirling with all the interest of a fat feline someone was trying to walk.

But, it was either that or have her dearest try to assuage her boredom by getting her to go near the Candidate barracks, and that wasn't something she was in the mood for at the moment no matter how excited it made him.

Later. _Maybe_.

Inside the weyr, refilling M'yvak's mug, L'kav was in better spirits about the whole Search sensitivity thing that she really only ever found to be an annoyance, a distraction -- and a profound one at that. After all, she had a rider. A good one. Why she had to pick out other not-yet riders for other nonexistent dragons was beyond her comprehension - but that was the thing about abilities, talents, gifts, L'kav said. Sometimes they could be earned and learned, but others were simply innate.

She shuffled her wings irritably, watching a boy slip and fall in the muck like a stone. Terrible. Just terrible. It felt like a curse.

True, she did like the idea of being the one to _choose_, the one who got to imperiously say ‘yes’ or declare ‘no’, but Feyonth didn't like _it_, had never liked _it_, even though L’kav’s enthusiasm _was_ begrudgingly thawing at her.

“So, when did Pes start noticing? Or did you?” L’kav asked curiously, kicking back in his chair.

"It was mutual, I guess. We both really enjoyed that Weyrlinghood lesson where they bring in the Searchrider and sort of teach you about it. So we kept it in mind after we graduated. Served our time in the Wing until Pes could prove himself.... Well, and I had to prove I could be trusted to go into Holds alone and not cause a stir-up."

}:Do not call me Pes. It's Pesrath or nothing.:{ The blue interjected, causing M'yvak's lips to tilt with a concealed smirk.

"Faranth, I think I fell asleep in that class. Didn't seem like it applied to us at all." L'kav said wryly, though visiting Holds astride a green dragon, especially when they were freshly graduated and he had something to _prove_, meant a stir-up would have been the least of it back then.

"You've got a good record, you and Pes. I think Fey's warming up to him." A smirk slid onto L'kav's lips too. "I don't really know the other Searchriders that well, though. Am I the only one who didn't know R'bharra was Holdless as a kid?"

"The only thing I've ever wondered about R'bharra is what his parents were thinking with that name and how to spell it." M'yvak pulled his legs up under him in full gossip mode now. "So it's true then? He was Holdless?"

L'kav snickered noisily into his mug. "Well, that's what S'var said, so R'bharra could actually be from Timor for all we know." He said, with an exasperated roll of his eyes. "But yeah, apparently when they were Candidates he got brought in by this old Searchrider. I woulda
pegged him as Weyrbred, personally."

M'yvak's eyes narrowed over the rim of his mug as he took a sip. "Do you think he's like... _killed_ somebody?"

"It's possible... I mean, if you weren't kicked out for killing someone, you probably still got to deal with the ones that were at some point, right?" L'kav said, "And, by the look of some of the ones still hanging around, they've had to fight for every scrap they ever got."

"Some of them _are_ a rough looking lot," the bluerider agreed with arched eyebrows. "Although there have been a few, _a few_, who, you know," he grinned a little, "might need welcoming to the Weyr more properly."

"Hmm really? I hadn't noticed." The greenrider said with practiced innocence, "I guess even the Holdless need holding from time to time, don't they?" His grin sharpened. "You find any in need a particularly warm welcome?"

Then L'kav paused, his smile slipping into thought. "Pesrath said anything about them?"

"Not really. There was one of them that I met by the Dining Cavern, Hesbia. She was _such_ a prickly fruit, but he found some potential in her. She _refused_ to even touch him when he offered her his muzzle." M'yvak chuckled under his breath. "Yasmeane ended up shoving a Search token on her."

Feyonth hissed out on her ledge. }:They better not try and touch me.:{ L'kav quietly assured her that he wouldn't offer her up like a canine and they would have to ask permission first, but she wasn't at all convinced.

"Oh, Yasmeane." L'kav sighed affectionately, "She's such a spitfire. You were in the middle of those two?" He shuddered a little, shifting in his seat. "Yikes, you're a brave man, M'yvak. And poor Pes. You know… I never thought about there being potential Candidates right here to cut out teeth on." He admitted as he ran a hand through his dark hair. "That might be kinda fun."

"Oh sure," M'yvak said. "Not only the new Holdless people but there's always a slew of kids in the Lower Caverns who are becoming of age to be Searched. They can Stand without it, of course, with the Weyrwoman's approval, but it's still a way to practice."

"They might be the better choice for us just starting out. Fey's a little divided on it, so I'm going to need to ease her. Slowly." L'kav chuckled. "I dunno how to feel about some of the Holdless, honestly. I mean, R'bharra's mostly house-trained and probably hasn't murdered anyone in a while, but... do we really want the possibility -" or potential, "for that in our Candidates? Does _Saibra_?"

It was an intriguing thought rather than outright disturbing -- for now. There was no real way to glean proof beyond what others were willing to admit, and even that could prove dubious. But the thought of his niece, Yvase, running in the same circles as some of them turned the sweetened klah on his tongue harsh and bitter. L'kav wasn't sure, but the dragons... the dragons never chose wrong. They saw more in their riders than what was ever said aloud, and whether they even cared about those pasts, those tendencies, or were able to look beyond might be all they really had to go on.

With a sigh, the greenrider set his mug down, shaking his head, a wry grin as he attempted levity, "Maybe we should just leave those to Yasmeane."

M'yvak laughed. "If Yasmeane can't scare them straight, no one can."

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