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Search  Glevadien urged his horse on, just pulling in front of the leader. He looked back briefly, judging how far behind the others were. A good three lengths, that was good. He was going to get this one, he was finally going to win with this horse. He’d been training it for almost three years and his work was finally going to pay off. Suddenly the leader pulled forward again and Glevadien smooched, sending Valtan forward quickly. The other jockey cursed and tried to move his horse forward once more but Glevadien spurred him and gain another heads length. He continued pumping and as they crossed the finish line he let out a long breath, just realizing that he had been holding it. He patted his horse's neck and pulled him back to a trot, turning towards the barn where his parents and trainer were waiting. He slid down from Valtan’s back when he reached them and embraced his mother. “Looks like you’re going to need a shower when we get back home. The only clean place on you is probably your hands where your gloves were covering them.” Glevadien smiled and said, “Yeah you’re probably right. Can you believe we finally won? I thought it would be another season at least.” He patted Valtan’s neck again and then noticed how hard he was breathing. “I think I’ll go lunge him a bit to get him to chill out. I pushed him really hard today.” His trainer nodded but said, “Yes you did, but it paid off didn’t it?” Glevadien smiled and nodded and his father asked, “What was the purse for this one?” He shrugged and said, “I don’t really care dad. I get more of a pay off just seeing how far I’ve come with this one.” His father shook his head and said, “I don’t know where you got such a level head. It sure isn’t from my side of the family though.” Glevadien laughed and walked off in search of a lunge line, exhausted horse  following closely behind.He grabbed the lunge line and whip from their place on the wall and walked Valtan out to one of the outdoor rings so he could work him down. As he asked him to walk out he threw his head up and bolted, dragging Glevadien halfway down the ring. “Whoa there boy,” he said as he tried to pull the lunge line in, giving him less room to run and forcing him to slow down. “Whoa,” he repeated. Valtan finally slowed to a quick trot and tucked his head under in his excitement. “What’s the matter with you?” Glevadien asked as he picked the whip up to get him back out again. Valtan obeyed and trotted farther out, still bobbing his head and snorting as he passed the spot where he first freaked out. Glevadien shook his head and flicked the whip at Valtan’s hindquarters, asking him to move on. He kicked out and then tried to turn the other way. “I’m going to kill you in about three seconds if you don’t knock this off Valtan,” he said as he yanked the lunge line the opposite way and dragged him in again. “I thought we left this habit behind four months ago.” The flea-bitten stallion snorted and tried to rear, red rimming his nostrils. Glevadien let the lunge line go slack and stepped out of the way, making sure he didn’t get himself kicked. He sighed, rubbed his forehead and pushed the horse back out, making him go back to work. After about twenty minutes Valtan was finally chilled out again and was beginning to cool off. Glevadien smiled as he sidestepped away from a fairly large lizard that passed before him but ignored it after that. This more like the Valtan that Glevadien was used to working with. He’d probably never figure out what scared him before but as long as he wasn’t running himself into the ground now he didn’t really care. The stallion slipped abruptly and snorted as his hindquarters hit the ground. He was up quickly though and working quietly soon after. Glevadien yawned and pulled him in, switching the lunge line so that he could work Valtan the other direction. As he asked him to go out again the stallion stopped dead and raised his head as high as he could and stared off towards the racing track. Glevadien flicked the whip at him but the horse only whisked his tail in annoyance. “Don’t make me get on you Arab!” he said as he walked towards Valtan. When he was about halfway to him he snorted and brought his head down, eyes wild. Glevadien stopped and braced himself, knowing that Valtan was about to take off. Sure enough a few moments later the stallion did a nice rollback and took off towards the other side of the ring. Glevadien dug his heels into the ground and tried to keep the stallion under control. He rolled the lunge line up and patted the horses’ neck when he was finally settled enough for Glevadien to approach him safely. He unhooked the lunge line and threw it down by the fence. “What’s up with you today?” He asked as he scratched behind the horses’ ears. Valtan looked up towards the track again and Glevadien yanked his head down and away so that he couldn’t focus on it. After he had diverted the stallion’s eyes he looked himself and saw a large dragon land at the far side of the track. His jaw dropped and he rubbed his eyes, not believing what he saw. He pulled the stirrups down on the saddle and vaulted to Valtan’s back, trotting him towards the gate. He reached down and unlatched it, having Valtan push it open with his nose, one of the few tricks he did. After he had opened it wide enough he asked him to trot again and he headed towards the track and the large dragon that had recently landed. As he approached Valtan pulled his head up again but at a reassuring pat from his rider he dropped it slightly and continued on, still a little stiff and unsure. When he reached the track fence he halted Valtan and tied him to one of the posts, continuing on by foot the rest of the way. As he reached the large brown colored dragon he looked down on him and crooned. Glevadien brushed back some of his hair and jumped when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around and came face to face with an older man, smiling widely. “I’m K'malid, a serachrider from Cincanta Weyr,” the man said. Glevadien rubbed him forehead in thought and asked, “Cincanta Weyr? What are you doing here at Kylarin Hold?” Ruen shrugged and said, “We’re, meaning me and Bridoth here, are on search for our Weyr.” Raising an eyebrow in surprise Glevadien asked, “I can’t believe that you are searching here. This is far away from you to travel just to find likely candidates. If you don’t mind me asking, have you found any yet?” K'malid shrugged and said, “Well I don’t know. We might have found one but it depends on whether or not he’s willing to stand for our clutch.” “I’m sure he would be more than happy to stand for you,” Glevadien said. K'malid smiled and said, “I sure hope so because I think he would make a great candidate and future dragonrider. What do you say? Willing to go with us?” Glevadien took a step back in his surprise and said, “You’re asking me to go? I don’t know if I can. I’ve been training a particular horse for quite some time now and we just won our first race and I’d like to see how far we could go. Would I be able to bring him with me?” K'malid shook his head and said, “No I’m afraid not, but I’m sure someone will be able to take care of him in your place.” Glevadien sighed, knowing that what K'malid said was true. His trainer would replace him quickly, especially after this race. “Alright, I guess you’re right. I’m ready to go when you are.” K'malid smiled and said, “Great! Just hop up on Bridoth then and we’ll be off to the Weyr.” | Candidate | Search | Stats | Cincanta Weyr | 
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