Candidate Sevoen
Search Story

    Sev stood on the path through the large valley, closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She loved the fresh air, and decided that she'd camp here for a while, go as far as she could, then camp the night. She was walking to her next assignment, about 25 dragonlengths away from her birthplace at the Harper Hall.  She was nearly halfway, and wasn't due at the hold for another four days.  She sat down, setting her bag down next to her, and took out a loaf of bread. She broke it in half, and ate it slowly, tossing some to the avians that gathered near her. They ate greedily, and she grinned to herself.  She felt a large gust of wind, and looked behind her. She nearly screamed when she saw the lower half of a blue dragon. She scrambled to her feet,
stepping on her bag which produced a large "CRACK!"  "Shards! My painting!!" she cried, stooping to pick it up to see the damage, momentarily forgetting the large dragon that had scared her half to death.
    She picked up the three halves, held together only by the cloth covering. "Shards and shells! My Hatching!" she moaned, showing the blue the ruined painting.  Then she remembered what had happened and screamed, scaring off the avians.  The rider slid off down from the neck and tried to shush her.
    "Please, miss, we're here to Search you. Cerraloth here was drawn to the spot. Will you come back with us?" he asked, rather hesitantly lest he start another scream. He did.  She screamed so loud and high that the dragon silenced her. She blinked at him, and he blinked back.  
    "Why do you want me?" she asked hoarsely. "Why was he drawn here, and why did he have to scare me out of my wits _twice_?" she demanded.  
    "Well, uh, you have good bonding capabilities, you are a good match for any dragon, he didn't mean to the first time, and you wouldn't stop screaming the second," the bluerider said, his brow creased as he tried to keep up with the blue's thoughts.  
    "What if I don't go with you, and say to get away from me or I'll scream so loud that the people in the hold I am going to hear and come see what's wrong?" she asked crossly. "That would make quite a bad reputation for you," she added.  
    "If you don't come, we leave without bothering you ever again. Unless you'd like a lift to the hold."
    "What if I do come, and don't Impress?" she asked, growing angrier by the minute.  "Then we bring you to the Weyr, where you either Impress or you don't, and if you'd like, you can stay. If you don't want to stay, you can leave. Any rider would be glad to give you a lift somewhere, I'm sure."  She thought about that.  "Alright, I'll go with you.  What color would I have a chance of getting?" she asked, genuinely curious now.  She allowed him, his name was M'ran, to help her onto the dragon.  
    "Well, I think there's a gold, there's a small egg that might be a white, and then the green and blue." He grinned rakishly at her, and told her to hold on.  Cerraloth took off, and Sev had the ride of her life. Several dragonlengths into the air, they blinked Between and she nearly froze.  
    "W-why did-d-dn't you t-tell me t-to p-put on a j-jacket?" she demanded around chattering teeth.
    He smiled apologetically at her as he helped her off the back of Cerraloth when they landed.  "I thought the material of your dress was thicker," he said simply.  She put her hands on his shoulders as he hoisted her off.  
    "Well, that's one lesson learned well, I guess," she muttered.  She saw a large bronze swimming in a nearby lake, and a deep cavern that had to lead to the Hatching Grounds.  
    "Come on, we have to introduce you to everyone," M'ran told her, taking her elbow and bag, leading her toward the lower caverns.

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