If you only knew....(Blue!)

[wonder123]

Trevan's days were always full, and this one was no exception.

Rising at dawn, he washed quickly in the lukewarm, somewhat old, water they kept in washroom out back. He scrubbed his hair and the back of his ears - a leftover from when his mother harped on him as a toddler to clean them. A quick run of his finger over his teeth and he was out the door to the forges. His shirt was already soaked by the time he entered the smithy. Just another day as an apprentice smith. All of his shirts were sweat stained in some way.

Today though, he would cut out early to hunt. Taking care that Master Jorrus did not see him, he slipped out the rear entrance and took the back roads home. Anessa would be with the women, either repairing or re-dyeing their clothes for the next season. Although why they really needed anything but things for warm weather still baffled him. Must be a woman's notion.

Hunting knife in his belt, and a spear in his hand, Trevan set out. It wasn't that they weren't somewhat provided for by the handful of farmers in Southern.....but there was always more to want. There were still nights their bellies grumbled as they settled into sleep. Trevan's contribution, to his family and to use for trade for other items, would be wherry meat. He'd been stalking a herd for a sevenday in the jungle, and today he planned to bag him a big one. Maybe two, if he could get close enough.

His head was down, so Trevan missed the fact he wasset in a collision course for another. After they untangled themselves and Tre checked to make sure all of his items were still on his person (you could never be sure who was a pickpocket these days), he looked into the eyes of the other man. Living in a small place had the advantages of knowing most, if not all, of your neighbors. This was not one of those.

"Who are you?" He asked roughly, fixing his grip on his belt and spear.

[LyricalBlue]

Rememer what to do Ali?
You find someone that I think fits and I tell you.
Oh, don't be so prim about it.
Staring off into the distance did not help at that moment because someone slammed into him. this laid the dragonrider promptly on the ground and back in the woods, J'sian could feel Alimeth croon worriedly.

Righting himself and what little he had of his dignity, J'sian patted his clothes back into place and looked down at the boy before him. Well, not exactly looked down, the lad was nearly as tall as he was. Of course, that was not saying a great deal.
"Jarisan. Traveling through. And where are you going in such a hurry?"

[bJ'sian.... I think... That one... [/b]
This caused the Searchrider to take stock of the young man before him all over again. Well he may not be able to avoid other people. If only humans could do that as well as dragons could. But if Ali already thought this one worth it.
It is hard to tell from this far, but maybe.
With a sigh, J'sian looked over the boy. Would that he could take Alimeth with him. But there was no telling what Holders would do at seeing a dragon.

[wonder123]

Jarisan? Weird name, Trevan thought to himself. Definetely not from around here.

"Don't see what business it is of yours," Strangers, especially any who might have a slim chance talking to Master Jorrus, had no right knowing his day to day activities. It wasn't as if what he carried didn't give him away anyhow. He choseto ignore that fact.

Still, if this man was visiting, maybe Trevan should make an attempt to be nicer. Or at least civil. "Where are you from?" Trevan had never travelled frther than the jungle surrounding the Hold, and he was in the majority. "....do you need directions? I can point out wherever you're going." He shifted his weight on his feet, anxious to get going. Those wherries weren't going to kill themselves, after all.

[LyricalBlue]

The bluerider shrugged in as nonchalant a manner as he could manage. Where was he from indeed.
Dark eyes regarded the young holder and J'sian wished at that moment he'd spent more time with the Weyrsinger.
"Last count, Monaco. But that was a long time ago. I don't like crowds much."

Was that believable, maybe. He did his best to look like a stoic, holdless man. Would this work? He half thought the Weyrleader and second were sun crazy with this Search. But he could not argue its validity. They needed new blood and on top of that, there was a clutch coming, and that was an event in itself.

"A little too hard on my own though. Looking for some folks interested in adventure." Everyone knew the dangers of Southern's jungles. And likewise, most knew that trying to set out on your own was near impossible. So, J'sian hoped this would work. Another thought jumped into his head. How was he going to get the kid back anyway? Or anyone else for that matter...

[wonder123]

Well, that explained the travelled look on the man. All the way from Monaco, eh? He subtely did a double-check on his pockets to make sure his knife was still there. No one travelled the Jungle, let alone survived in there rather than a Hold, and let an opportunity pass to relieve you of your possessions. A fellow apprentice smith had a cousin who was Holdess. Trevan'd heard the stories.

"Well, you're going the wrong way. No one in there is going to leave their livelihood for a deadglow idea like that." Try as he liked not t be, Tre himself was interested. What was life like out there, outside of the firey coals of the forge and even past the Jungles? He had to remind himself this was probably just a trick, and so he roughly went to end the conversation. Precious time that could be spent hunting his dinner was being wasted here in a daydream.

"Good luck anyways. Now, if you'll excuse me." It wasn't a question, and Trevan strode past the stranger with his hands tightly on his gear without waiting for an answer. Let him be someone else's problem. Trevan had too many of his own.

(And I'm off to the jungles!)