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24.Jan.19, 03:50 AM
Misha listened to R’dal’s admission that he really had no solid idea how to go about becoming a Searchrider with amusement, starting in on his first piece of the very delicious bread. He waited until he finished properly savoring the bread before responding.
“See, this is why you need me, I think of these things,” he teased, waving a second piece of sweetbread at R’dal, “though asking B’jin is a great idea. If anyone knows, he does.” The man knew a lot about how the Weyr worked, and had been a Searchrider for ages. He surely knew how someone went about becoming a Searchrider. And could probably put in a good word for R’dal, if he wanted. Couldn’t hurt.
“I don’t have plans for the rest of the day, other than lying down after eating too much of this amazing bread, so if you want an entourage, let me know. And you’re always welcome to ask me whatever you want. I’m an open book, you know,” Misharan laughed, starting in on the second slice after waving it around for long enough. “First lesson for you; there’s no such thing as too many hugs. Unless they ask you not to, I suppose, but if they don’t, hugs are always good.” He paused for a moment to finish off the second piece and snag a third. This stuff was really good.
“I’m so glad I don’t have to limit hugs anymore. Refraining from proper hugs to keep wounds from opening up is the worst, cause you want the hugs to feel better, right? Except they just make it hurt more. Absolutely tragic state of affairs.” Misha nodded sagely, staring into the middle distance with an air of drama the situation didn’t really deserve. Or perhaps it did; hugs were a very serious matter. Misharan consoled himself for the recent lack of hugs with more bread. He munched on it for a moment before thinking of something else to ask R’dal.
Grinning, he momentarily put down his snack. “So, important question to test your Searchriding abilities — chances I Impress according to Edath?” The answer wasn’t really important. Misha had already been Searched, so nothing Edath or R’dal said made a difference, it was just for fun. And honestly, their answer would probably be biased anyway. Either because they didn’t want to hurt his feelings or were influenced by knowing an experienced dragon when it came to choosing Candidates had Searched him. Didn’t really matter, it was just for their own amusement.
“See, this is why you need me, I think of these things,” he teased, waving a second piece of sweetbread at R’dal, “though asking B’jin is a great idea. If anyone knows, he does.” The man knew a lot about how the Weyr worked, and had been a Searchrider for ages. He surely knew how someone went about becoming a Searchrider. And could probably put in a good word for R’dal, if he wanted. Couldn’t hurt.
“I don’t have plans for the rest of the day, other than lying down after eating too much of this amazing bread, so if you want an entourage, let me know. And you’re always welcome to ask me whatever you want. I’m an open book, you know,” Misharan laughed, starting in on the second slice after waving it around for long enough. “First lesson for you; there’s no such thing as too many hugs. Unless they ask you not to, I suppose, but if they don’t, hugs are always good.” He paused for a moment to finish off the second piece and snag a third. This stuff was really good.
“I’m so glad I don’t have to limit hugs anymore. Refraining from proper hugs to keep wounds from opening up is the worst, cause you want the hugs to feel better, right? Except they just make it hurt more. Absolutely tragic state of affairs.” Misha nodded sagely, staring into the middle distance with an air of drama the situation didn’t really deserve. Or perhaps it did; hugs were a very serious matter. Misharan consoled himself for the recent lack of hugs with more bread. He munched on it for a moment before thinking of something else to ask R’dal.
Grinning, he momentarily put down his snack. “So, important question to test your Searchriding abilities — chances I Impress according to Edath?” The answer wasn’t really important. Misha had already been Searched, so nothing Edath or R’dal said made a difference, it was just for fun. And honestly, their answer would probably be biased anyway. Either because they didn’t want to hurt his feelings or were influenced by knowing an experienced dragon when it came to choosing Candidates had Searched him. Didn’t really matter, it was just for their own amusement.
