Search Ranevin sat down in front of his large sheet of hide and looked up at it. The brown flitter on his arm cocked his head, looking at the sheet at different angles. The man scratched his chin and continued to look at the blank hide. “I don’t know where to start, or what to start with,” Ranevin told Grenafre. The flitter chirped and went to the hide, landing on the top and dangling down with his wings spread. He chirped again before opening his mouth and hissing. Ranevin stared at the brown for a moment and then clicked his fingers together. “I get it now! A fight scene, with Thread right?” Grenafre chirped again and went back to his owner’s shoulder. The artist got up from his spot on the floor and went to a table, gathering his paints. He walked back to the hide and started to paint a large bronze dragon, flaming a strand of Thread. He spent a lot of time on the bronze, for it was his favorite dragon color. When he was finished, the creature was gleaming with well placed light and shadow and rippling with large, life-like muscles. After looking the bronze over and getting a satisfied chirp from Grenafre he started to work on a small blue. He spent just as much time on this dragon but his heart was not there as it was with the bronze. He added the finishing touches to the blue’s flame and stepped back to admire the unfinished painting. “I can almost feel that flame, can’t you Gren?” The flitter warbled and Ranevin went back to work. He was about to start on another bronze when Vallivra, his green, streaked through the weyr started chirping insanely. Grenafre caught on to her excitement and started to fly around Ranevin’s head. The man brushed them away and tried to go back to his painting. Vallivra squawked irritably when he did this and landed on the hide, hanging her head by the blue and then flying around again. Ranevin sighed and cleared his thoughts, trying to understand what they were so excited about. Vallivra hovered by the hide again, in front of the painted blue and chirped a welcome. Ranevin snapped up, suddenly aware of what was going on. He took his apron off and raced out of his room and down to the main square of the hold. When he got there he saw only the drudges scurrying about and a few hold children playing by the large fountain. Ranevin looked around franticly convinced there must be a dragon here somewhere. When he realized there wasn’t, he sighed and walked slowly be to his room. He got back to his room near the back of the Hold and picked up his paints again. Vallivra and Grenafre again tried to stop him and make him go outside but Ranevin brushed them away again, this time angrily. “There’s nothing out there! The biggest animal is that mangy watch-wher now leave me alone!” Vallivra gave a startled shriek and blinked between, Grenafre following her example. Ranevin sighed in relief and the then went back and started to paint that bronze. He made this one larger than the first and much more appealing to the eye. He painted a thick curving neck, connected to muscled shoulders, and on these shoulders he painted himself. He sighed when he was done with this one, wishing the picture could turn from fiction to fact. He was about to put his paints away when a voice behind him made him jump. “Those are very good, but they’re much prettier in real life don’t you think?” Ranevin whirled about and came face to face with a tall man dressed in a wherry-hide jerkin. Ranevin looked the man over. “Who are you?” He asked. The man in the wherry-hide smiled. “I’m K’var, a bluerider as Dark Moon Weyr. I’ve been sent here on Search.” Ranevin’s mouth dropped open and he started to think about Vallivra and Grenafre and how they were right. “On Search? At Lemos Hold?” K’var smiled again. “Well yes I am. We’ve already found two candidates and I’d like you to be the third.” | Stats | Search | Candidate | Jr. Weyrling | Sr. Weyrling | Adult |