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'You don't need a reason to help people.'

Cerin smiled at the dark, almost black, bay mare grazing in the field. Sinopa had always been his favorite runner. Albeit, that may have been because she was his runner. Cerin whistled, and Sinopa's head rose, from where she was grazing. Her ears were pricked toward him. She started toward him, no doubt expected one of the treats he kept in his pockets. Cerin laughed and stroked her muzzle. "Hey girl, did you miss me?" Sinopa was a dark bay, almost black, with white markings on her face.

Suddenly, Sinopa snorted, looking to the sky. Cerin looked up to see two dragons flying overhead, a brown and a green. He frowned, glancing at the runners. They were starting to get nervous. Sinopa pricked her ears, watching the dragons nervously, but did not move. The dragons soon disappeared from sight. Cerin blinked. "Wonder where they come from.". He was going to go the nearby hold tomorrow, perhaps he'd find out.

Cerin caught sight of the green dragon, shortly after riding into the hold. He held on to the reins tightly, as Sinopa started to prance about nervously. He eventually had to lead her away from the dragon, when she finally calmed down. "Sorry if Dimenth scared your runner." Cerin heard a female voice behind him. He turned to see a woman behind him. "Oh that's okay." He answered. He assumed that she was the green's rider. "I'm Quara, Green Dimenth's rider. We're on Search for Tiynarea Weyr." She said. "Cerin." He said. "And the runner behind me is Sinopa." Dimenth stared at him from where she was, several dragonlengths away. She must have said something to her rider, because Quara got the blank look that means that they are talking to their dragon. "I hope you don't mind being away from your runner for a while, Cerin." She said. Cerin blinked. "Why?" He said, confused. Quara smiled. "Well, as we have already discovered, runners and dragons don't exactly get along. And if you are going to be caring for a dragon, then I suppose it would be best to leave her here until you get back" Cerin frowned. "What are you talking about?" "Dimenth says you should come with us. To stand for a clutch." Quara smiled. Cerin was stunned. Dimenth raised her head, looking at her rider. I never said he would stand for the clutch. I simply said that I think he would Impress a dragon. Quara frowned. "What? What do you mean?" I think he will have his dragon before the clutch hatches. If only there were people for the other three abandoned dragons. Quara's eyes lit up. "Oh, I see..." "What? What were you talking about?" Cerin asked, having not heard most of the previous conversation. "You'll see." She said. "Well? What is your answer?" "Yes, of course!" He answered.