It had been a few days since her enchanting encounter with the beautiful bronze dragon, and it's rider... though his features seemed to blend in to his face, whereas the dragon remained a shining beacon of memory of the dragons who once ruled Pern and now... did again. It made entire sense to her that the Dragons and Dragonriders were given tithe, she believed (like her traditional father) that the threat of thread was immanent, growing ever closer as the red star loomed eerily in the distance.

And so, the Dragons and Dragonriders were slightly elevated from the rest, above the Lord Holders even, and the Craftmasters... but they needed the Holds as much as the Holds needed the Weyrs... Rakka told herself as she shuffled down the path from the cavehold towards the cots. She had clutched in her arms a basket with things her mother had told her to bring to one of the cotholds for a sick holder.

And of course it was Rakka who had to do it, Rakka do this, Rakka do that, Rakka be here, Rakka go there. She rolled her eyes as she shuffled towards the cothold and deposited the basket outside the door, she wasn't going in there, she didn't want to get sick. She gave a brisk knock and then backed away. She would have to return soon to the caves which made up the dank, smelly, and damp home she'd lived in her entire life.

But she wasn't going to hurry, dark eyes darting around she watched with some interest at the bustle of people doing whatever it is they did... she should know more about what happened in the hold, being the daughter of the Lord Holder of this minor little hold beholdened to Crom. She shuddered in her mind, just thinking about all these things, the amount of times she'd thought the word hold it didn't even sound like a word anymore!

A low hum escaped her lips as she trudged back, no, there was no hurry.

Dragons in the sky! That was a definite reason to quicken her pace as her gaze followed the not one, not two, but three glorious dragons. A blue smaller much smaller than the bronze K’dar rode and two greens. She wondered what could bring three dragons here to their small hold. It had to be big... or it wouldn’t be three. Her stomach churned, or perhaps grumbled as she conveniently forgot about the rest of her chores to join the growing throng of people surrounding the Dragonriders.

Brown eyes were wide as she caught a snippet of the sentence. Search! But what were they looking for, likely lads? It would be great if one of the smarter, more capable of the holder boys were searched, but it would probably lead to envy among the other boys... and herself, though there was a girl on a green so perhaps there was hope after all. It certainly couldn’t hurt to listen a bit longer. Today her hair was thoroughly and tightly plaited, ensuring it would not repeat its antics of a few days prior. The willowy girl looked, wide eyed from B’jin, to the woman and the over to the blue rider.

Would her father even allow her to go if she was searched? Her stomach twisted, he had too much respect and probably fear for Dragonriders to refuse them one of his sons, but what about a second daughter? Her lips curved into a smile, if there was any possibility of her leaving this hold in something other than marriage she had to try for it. It wasn’t like she was like her sister, she couldn’t marry some random holder and have ten or more children.

Rakka felt out of place in the predominantly male group of individuals who were interested in becoming Dragonriders. Her brown eyes instinctively moved between B’jin and D’lyne, sensing they were the two to impress, or at least get some positive reaction out of. She was on the brink of saying something, but kept thinking better of it, of all the moments to be undecided now was probably the worst. She had managed to slip her way near the front of the partial line, not the most sportsmanlike (or for that matter ladylike) thing to do, but Rakka didn’t care, not right now.

When finally she felt like she’d made eye contact with one of the Dragonriders she spoke. “I’m Rakka.” She finally conquered the inability to speak. Her voice, she was glad to hear, was clear and calm. She set her mouth in determination and waited for one of the riders to speak.

Her brown eyes lit up as she made eye contact with the young woman. She was pretty, prettier than Rakka? The girl contemplated this thought, mulling it over in her mind before deciding that no, she was prettier than the girl, if only marginally. Which meant, she could be nice to-and maybe even become friends with her... or was she getting ahead of herself.

Rakka suppressed her own mirth when the beautiful green dragon snorted in one of the hold boys face. It was adorable to watch the boys shocked and nervous reaction. But he stood his ground, and she felt proud of her hold in that moment. Blinking as she found herself looking into the lovely eyes of the green dragon before her, Rakka suppressed the urge to giggle. It was so beautiful, lovely. She could get lost in those eyes.

She stood her ground bravely as the odd odor of the dragons breath overwhelmed her and the creature shuffled her hair (thankfully it had been plaited with in an inch of its life and so stood up... mostly to the investigation). Then, her lips parted slightly in wonderful shock and amazement as she heard a voice, clear as day in her head. Was it the dragon? Was that what a dragon sounded like? Rakka felt a wonderful sensation at the thought that she heard a dragon, though part of her wondered if it was only in her mind, that she was so desperate to understand a dragon that she’d made it up.

The man was standing close enough for her to reach out and touch him now, and she had to fight the urge to do so. Impulsive as she was she could control her actions much better than her words. At his question her eyes widened into nearly full circles. Giving her the appearance of being essentially all eyes with how big they were already. “To the Weyr you mean?” She asked breathlessly. Of course he had to mean the Weyr... her gaze faltered uncertainly for a moment before she squared her shoulders. “Yes.” She answered firmly, wondering if that were too forward. It would be with a holder she thought.

Her father couldn’t object. He had too much difference and respect for the Weyr. And she knew he would be pleased beyond reason if a son were to be searched so... it stood to reason that he would be at least somewhat pleased to have a daughter searched. And she wasn’t an only daughter. Her sister had made, what she had been told, was an excellent match. “I would be honored.” She added, remembering her manners and dropping a passable courtesy to the man. After all he was... she assumed her elder and a Dragonrider. And being respectful was a good thing. Her gaze slipped towards the girl again, then to the blue rider, and then back to B’jin. At a loss for words at the moment, a rare phenomenon indeed.