The winds bring fate.

[onivale]

The water was still warm enough to enter in the autumn season, and the sun was high indicating that it was the afternoon. Even if the water was warm, and the sun was uninterrupted by the various clouds about in the sky, there was a chilled wind that gave a hint of the coming winter.

This very breeze hit Shani's ebony locks, sending them gently drifting behind the young woman as she casually strolled barefoot onto the sands. For once, her hair was down, and the gown that she wore was nothing exceptional compared to the others she could have worn. This garment was meant to be sturdy and durable, not to be shown off. The very reason for her casualness was to escape from the cooler current of air and relieve the chilled feeling with the embrace of the water's touch.

Shani's feet hit the water and she released a quivered sigh. It was relaxing, and it was nice that there were many in the bay. This did fact did not bother the young woman, as she rightly enjoyed the company of others, and if they decided to approach her, a pleasant conversation would only be welcomed even with her abrasive attitude. It would help chase away the incessant negative thoughts of her past, that was sure. Even if company did end in a yelling match, once again, at least she would be distracted from thoughts of the past.

The water was now up to her thighs, and she bet down to cup her hand full of water and massage it over her shoulder.

[4horseshowgirl4]

It was barely mid-afternoon, but B'nyur was exhausted. They had been busy all night with a firelizard that had caught its fragile wing membranes on a tree branch and put a nice-sized rip in them. Now, B'nyur usually didn't work nights, but when the poor kid who'd owned the hurt flitter had gone to the infirmary and found no one there, what could B'nyur do but help? Shells, Dalibor really needed to get more Healers! It was just him and A'mor now, and there was the problem that neither was actually a people healer, and the fact that A'mor had been... less than reliable lately. He hadn't been around much.

Thankfully, it was quiet now. B'nyur was leaned heavily against one of the stone counters, sorting freshly dried herbs. It was nearly getting to that time of year when he needed to set up his rig with the sheets of metal reflecting the weak winter sun on his herb garden to keep the plants alive. He smiled slightly when he thought that. He really needed to thank Kyril more gratefully for her help with that. He would have been lost without the Metalsmith's expertise. His hands gradually slowed down, and B'nyur's head leaned more and more heavily on the cabinet above the counter... he began to snore softly...

Mine!

[/color] the Blue dragon who was curled up in a corner of the large infirmary interrupted. Oveth got to his feet rather clumsily, nudging B'nyur's inert form with his nose. B'nyur grumbled. Come on, Mine, let's go fly or something. No one needs us right now, and if they do, they know how to reach us![/color] Oveth said cheerfully and hopefully. B'nyur pushed himself off of the counter, grabbing unsuccessfully at a lukewarm cup of klah before managing to secure it in his grip and down it in one sip. "You're right, Oveth," B'nyur said slightly more alertly, rubbing the dragon's eye ridges affectionately. "But let's make ourselves useful while we're at it. Want to go a-Searching?" Oveth's eyes whirled in agreement. Oveth was not a Searchdragon, but with how few Candidates they had at the moment, even with no clutch on the Sands, no one could argue that Searching wasn't needed. Besides, Oveth had successfully Searched one Candidate, Sol, now a Sr. Weyrling of one of the new Cyans.

B'nyur moved with a swiftness that defied his earlier drowsiness as he harnessed Oveth. He was excited by the prospect of a nice fly in the pleasant autumn air. Within a few seconds, he was on, and Oveth ran as quickly as he could on the ground out of the infirmary, jumping into the air and soaring upwards. {Let's go to the Healerhall,} B'nyur said, mentally, as the wind would have ripped away his words before Oveth could hear them. {The best chance to attract Healers to Dalibor is to dangle a dragon in front of them, right?} B'nyur continued, smiling at the thought. Oveth snorted. Lazy![/color] B'nyur slapped the Blue's neck with false reproachment. It was true. He could think of many a Healer that would love to have sole control over an infirmary, but he really did not want more work than necessary.

Oveth flew on, not going between. B'nyur didn't begrudge him a welcome chance to stretch his wings, and flying was a lot more pleasant than between, anyway. They would between to the Healerhall once they got to the end of this continent. They flew on in silence for a long time until they passed over a bay, busy with people bathing and playing, near Crescent Hold. Oveth's purposeful wingstrokes suddenly faltered, and he dropped several dragonlengths closer to the ground before slowly turning around and hovering there in the air. {What?} I think... I think there's someone there,[/color] Oveth said, and B'nyur mentally directed their Search to Crescent.

The Blue soared barely two dragonlengths over the heads of the people in the bay, just to make sure that he really had sensed someone here. He confirmed his feelings, and banked around a sharp turn back to the shore of the bay. He backwinged and landed in his clumsy, jolting way, but B'nyur was used to it, and his secure seat on the dragon's neck hardly slipped an inch. He slid off of the dragon's back. "Um, hi everyone!" he half-shouted, though Oveth's sudden appearance was more than enough to get their attention. "I'm B'nyur from Dalibor Weyr, and Oveth says that someone or someones here are suitable to become Candidates for our next clutch. So, um, if you're interested, come closer to Oveth so he can look you over." He fidgeted nervously in front of so many people. Apparently the one Weyrling lesson he'd taught had not been sufficient to improve his public speaking skill![/right][/font]