06.Jan.21, 01:41 PM
“Oh, heya, Pit!” R’dal greeted the firelizard when she appeared above the table. Her sudden appearance had startled him only a little but it did scatter the papers that had been spread out on his table. He didn’t mind; it was only some recipes he had managed to get A’tay’s girlfriend, Zelana, to write down for him. He’d heard from T’ryn that not only did A’tay have a girlfriend but she knew some interesting cooking techniques. So he tracked her down and begged to know more about pickling so he could try it out. He liked drying fruit so why not expand on the idea of food preservation?
He watched as Pit started in on her routine for locating a missing Zoremet. R’dal chuckled as he got up and went to a shelf where he took down a jar of the dried fruit. “All right, I’ll go rescue him. Show me the landmarks again.” He waited until the images flashed by a couple more times before nodding, knowing where his friend was. Pit was rewarded with her treat and R’dal sent her back to let Zoremet know help was coming.
R’dal didn’t run but he didn’t meander or get side tracked either. He was on a mission and in a way, it was kind of like Searching. He liked that. Being a Searchrider wasn’t just for finding the perfect Candidate for a dragon—it was also about just finding a Candidate. Giggling at his little play on the title, R’dal continued on his journey, turning down the lower caverns into the area Zoremet should be waiting in.
R’dal gave a sharp whistle, waiting a moment for a response like he had taught Zoremet to do. Originally it was done kind of as a fun game but as they got older and consequences became a bit more realistic, whistling was decidedly better than calling out names and leading them into trouble with a higher up. A couple more whistles were given as he moved along until R’dal peeked his head into a storage room, saw his friend, and smiled. “Just roaming or searching for something?”
He watched as Pit started in on her routine for locating a missing Zoremet. R’dal chuckled as he got up and went to a shelf where he took down a jar of the dried fruit. “All right, I’ll go rescue him. Show me the landmarks again.” He waited until the images flashed by a couple more times before nodding, knowing where his friend was. Pit was rewarded with her treat and R’dal sent her back to let Zoremet know help was coming.
R’dal didn’t run but he didn’t meander or get side tracked either. He was on a mission and in a way, it was kind of like Searching. He liked that. Being a Searchrider wasn’t just for finding the perfect Candidate for a dragon—it was also about just finding a Candidate. Giggling at his little play on the title, R’dal continued on his journey, turning down the lower caverns into the area Zoremet should be waiting in.
R’dal gave a sharp whistle, waiting a moment for a response like he had taught Zoremet to do. Originally it was done kind of as a fun game but as they got older and consequences became a bit more realistic, whistling was decidedly better than calling out names and leading them into trouble with a higher up. A couple more whistles were given as he moved along until R’dal peeked his head into a storage room, saw his friend, and smiled. “Just roaming or searching for something?”