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Sovann settled the trundlebug into the sack with the others, and cheerfully continued to catch his share of the bugs. "Well, sure, it's as good a chance as any. So... what do you want to know?" And really, what was there to tell Kas? Not much, really. How many times could he say that his parents were hidebound dimglows before it got to be too many, he wondered. Surely Okassis was bored of hearing about that. Then again, Sovann had had a number of adventures since they had last seen each other. Maybe they could talk about that, or something. Reaching over, he snagged a trundlebug that was making a break for it, holding up the wiggling thing.

Well now, that was a tale and a half. "It all started when I was out the other day hunting for greens at dawn. I'd no real desire to help with the fish, not then, so I told the folks back up at the hold that I'd get some greens for the evening meal, you know. I had a basket, and everything. Only, it wasn't greens I was after." He had wanted to go looking for sea shells, or something, something shiny. Something to make his fortune off of. Not that anything like that existed within easy reach. "I headed down near the shore, looking through some of the rubbish that the tides sweep in for something shiny, and then you would not believe my luck, but I found something." There had been an especially nice dagger out there, hidden beneath the seaweed, and whatnot. Reaching down, he took the knife out of his boot, and showed it to Okassis.

"Look at that! It's got pearl in the hilt, or something, real shiny... something inlaid." And there was some patterning along the blade. "Probably cost a fortune in marks, but Shards it was dirty when I found it." He had spent most of the morning cleaning it up, and he'd been out longer than he had expected to be. "I hurried with green gathering after that, and headed back up to the sea hold just in time to run into the brown dragon who was looking for me! I ran right into him, too, and as I was trying to give him my apologies, his rider told me that I was going to be coming back to the Weyr with him." Smiling broadly, he let out a laugh. "You can be sure that my folks were flaming mad but they had to let me go." Eventually.

"Yeah, sure... so long as you promise to give it back, okay?" If Sovann had a a fault in the way that he dealt with his friends, it was perhaps that he bestowed his trust too freely. Hopefully Okassis had no intention of betraying it in any way. Somehow, the candidate didn't think that he did, but they'd discover that in time. "For now, let's get the bugs we need so that we can set up for that contest." Realistically, they had an entire day to manage that, but it didn't sit well with Sovann to put it off even for a moment. "How did you get Searched, anyway?"

Apparently. Sovann wasn't far behind with his own count, though, which was just as well. "... Hey, Okassis? I think we might've found a nest of 'em." Which was all to the good. They needed quite a lot of trundlebugs for their experiment, after all. "Sounds like a mess, at that. Sorry your da was so set against it. Sounds like that dragonrider could've picked a better time." Not that a dragonrider was inclined to ignore the urgings that his dragon gave him, anyway. If the dragon was sure Okassis ought to be Searched, chances were good that the rider would just choose to settle things then and there, and he had. So that proved it, didn't it?

"Maybe... I've never tried it before, but it works with the tide, so maybe it'll be like that if you just dump water in?" It should work the same way, shouldn't it? Trundlebugs had many babies all at once, didn't they? So if there were a lot of them, there'd be plenty bugs for their klah. ... Oh they were going to be in so much trouble. So very, very much trouble. "Let's try it." What could it possibly hurt to try, after all? He couldn't be sure they'd succeed, but even if they only managed to succeed in making a mess it would be good fun. Humming to himself a little off key, Sovann tried to decide what the best thing to use to dump water on the bugs would be. Maybe for now their cupped hands? But that meant putting the bags down. They might lose bugs that way.

As luck would have it, they did manage to get a few of the trundlebugs out that way. Sovann prodded the hold with the stick, attempting to encourage more bugs out, and it seemed that as the hole widened, more bugs came. Especially as Okassis continued to carry handfuls of water over. "Okay, let's grab as many of those as we can." Shards, but it would've been fardling useful to have a firelizard, here. He grumbled to himself, somewhat irritated over that particular problem, but finally settled on scooping the bugs up and tossing them into the bags.

"Okassis!" Sovann all but shrieked, managing to get his trundlebug into the sack before he went fishing for the one in his clothing. "You fardling suncrazed wherry! Was that completely necessary?" ... Shrieks weren't terribly manly, but Sovann didn't like bugs in his clothes, he really didn't. Anything crawling in his clothes at all was more than enough to get squirms out of him. "Brat." Wiggling, he managed to dislodge the trundlebug from his back-- only to wind up with it in his pants. "Kas, you are so dead!" So very, very dead. Doing a little jig, bouncing from one foot to the others, he tried to shake the bug out of his clothing. "SO DEAD!"

"Dead!" Sovann declared, managing to send the trundle in his pants scurrying along with the others. "So dead! I ought to whip you!" Swearing fluently, the candidate went scrambling, trying to get the trundlebugs into the sacks. "You are the most dead candidate there ever was!" Oh Sovann would find a way to get him back. He definitely, definitely would. There would be vengeance! Not now, though. No... he'd let Okassis think that he had gotten away with this, let him stew for awhile. And then, when Kas had finally forgotten about the whole thing, he'd get him back, fair and square!