On the road again (Search)

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The caravan was moving between Garnet and Feldspar, hoping to spend a few days at the next Hold to rest. They'd stayed at a cothold the night before, since it was raining. Cyndell was still feeling uncomfortably damp and a little chilly, although the spring day was probably warm by most people's opinions. At least the air didn't taste of rain anymore.

He had volunteered to scout ahead, and the caravan was just viewable in the distance. Cyndell paused to stretch, yawning slightly. This gloomy day was just making him tired. His gaze traveled to the sky, searching for any hint of the clouds clearing up.

His eyes widened. A dragon had just appeared in the sky!

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((Mind if I cut in?))

Mmm... this is my favorite weather. Bukharmath commented happily as the storm-colored blue tilted his left wing and dropped the pair down in the sky after they'd come out from between.

Of course it is, my friend. You've always been fond of the rain... do you think it will?

Will what?

M'khor tilted his head to the side to get a better look at the sky, trusting his dragon to bring them safely to the ground in front of the caravan. Rain.

What about it?

Do you think it will rain? M'khor repeated, long used to his dragon's roundabout way of getting to the point of things. To be fair each of them was just as long-winded as the other.

Hmmm...no. Bukharmath said, a tad sadly. He did love flying in the cold mists of early spring, so he was a bit disappointed that, judging by the taste of the air, they'd missed this particular storm. The dragon was now beating his wings, bringing them in a level line a few lengths above the ground, heading for the caravan. M'khor could now see their 'target' and he instructed the dragon to come to a back-wing halt, dropping the pair of them to the ground impressively. (A little showy considering the mundane nature of their errand, but eh, the man liked making an entrance.)

Bukharmath snorted, and M'khor swung off his back, one hand up, hoping to intercept the young man at the lead.

"Ho, trader." He called out. "A chance I might have a word?"

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Frozen to the spot, Cyndell stared at the dragon, watching as it circled in for a landing. It had blue hide...that was a male dragon, right? One of the original colors. Dragon and rider seemed to be headed for the caravan. Maybe the rider wanted to trade for something. He was about to turn around and run back to alert everyone, but the dragon was already landing close by.

Cyndell held himself still, trying not to reveal how nervous he was. He had met riders before, but only at Gathers, and not one-on-one. And then, their dragons hadn't been right there. He tore his gaze away from the Blue to watch his rider. The man was a few inches taller than him, and looked stronger. Not someone he wanted to upset, but riders were supposed to be good people, right?

When the man waved at him, he smiled, his sharp teeth showing. "Of course, sir. How may I help you?" he gave a graceful bow.

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M'khor laughed, internally. Outwardly, he managed to keep up his usual facade of calm (and slightly arrogant) indifference. Yes, as a matter of fact, he had been watching, was actually used to the way people's eyes seemed to linger on the blue behind him than he himself. He didn't mind, and he never had. Shards, he was proud of it by now, took it as a sign of how perfectly lovely his blue was, and again, he felt a swell of pride as the boy stared a moment.

Bukharmath actually preened a little, tossing his head back and swinging his gaze toward the boy.

"I simply need a moment of your time, if I may." M'khor said formally, bowing his head in greeting. Now he'd tucked his arms behind his back, adopting a casual if still rigid sort of stance. "My partner and I wish to inquire as to a specific type of cloth I've heard rumored might be possessed by the traders in your caravan." He said, with a shrug. "Relax, my boy, this is a mission of personal profit for me, not one of Weyr business." He said, ticking his head ever so slightly to the side.

"No need to bare your teeth at me... " He was hesitating, now, as Bukharmath, strangely, did not look away from the boy, but rather, kept watching him, his eyes whirling from mildly vain lavender-blue to a far more interested, curious, turquoise.

Kharma...?

The boy... I like him.

At that, the rider, turned, twisting at the waist to peer up at his dragon. "Can we never go out without you finding someone you like?"

Apparently not.

M'khor sighed. "And one more thing... would you mind stepping closer...?"