The blond-haired boy frowned. "Well, we can't stay here, the whole Weyr's moving. Maybe we could go to another Weyr?"
Ok! Ummm...Which Weyr do we go to, then? Aavaanaath asked imploringly.
"Darkling Dawn Weyr." G'vin said at once.
Why there? The dark blue dragon asked his rider.
G'vin grinned sheepishly at his dragon. "It was the first one that came to mind. Anyway, why don't we find someone that's been there, so we know where we're going?"
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"So you want to transfer to the wings?" G'vin looked at the blue rider in front of him. He couldn't be much older than himself. G'vin nodded.
"Good. There's four wings, and they're all most empty right now. Aureolin, Castaneous, Verderous, and Circare, which is the Searchrider's wing. I'm C'rin, the Head Searcher, by the way."
G'vin stared at the boy. "You can't be much older than me!"
C'rin grinned sheepishly. "I'm also the only Searchrider. Nobody else volunteered." He muttered.
G'vin blinked. "What's a searchrider?"
C'rin stared at him, cocking an eyebrow. "We're the ones who go out and find the candidates for the clutches. Say, you wouldn't be an offworlder, would you?"
G'vin nodded, spreading his feathered wings, which were previously hidden beneath his cloak.
C'rin blinked. "Oh. I'll take that as a yes, then. Well, we could use a searchrider whose good at going between, and that usually means offworlders. You interested?"
G'vin shrugged, folding his wings back beneath his cloak. "Sure."
C'rin cocked his head to one side, looking at the blond-haired boy curiously. "Can you actually fly with those?" He asked.
G'vin frowned. "No, my wings are too small to actually fly."
C'rin blinked. "Then why-?"
G'vin sighed. "It's a long story."
