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S'kor watched as the other rider tottered across the stream. He caught his breath when D'lin almost feel in. Going for a dip to fetch him out wasn't on his agenda. Lucky the bronze rider recovered and made it across. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Moving down stream slowly and checking most spots for any mystweed. He brushed aside some leaf litter and something caught his eye. It was the shape he was looking for! Excited he went for a closer look. Unfortunately, it had died. Probably from being covered.

"Really?! Great, get it and bring it back!" S'kor straightened and stretched. "I found one too, but it's dead. Think it just died. If only I'd gotten here sooner." He was rather upset about it. Do not fret Mine. There will be others Came the soothing voice of his dragon. We have fed well and are coming back. I caught three. The greedy pride was foremost in his mindvoice.

He was amused by his dragon. Hopefully the wherries would sustain him for nearly a week. S'kor tried to ponder how that it was; dragons only needed to eat one or two times a week. He seemed to remember some of the smaller ones going more often. An advantage of being large maybe?

Leaving the dead mystweed behind, the man headed back toward the landing where the dragons had dropped them off. Watching D'lin working his mind wandered. At least they'd found one sample. That was better than coming back empty handed.

The sound of wings drew his attention. The bronzes were back. S'kor stood very close to the edge to avoid getting blow around by the winds of their backwinging. He nodded and grinned as D'lin echoed his exact thoughts.

"Scarath enjoys the change in taste from the beasts we have at the Weyr now and again. You're not going between with the sample are you? I've been wondering if other riders might have been returning that way. The cold could kill it before they even get it back." It sounded like a plausible theory to him anyhow.

"Hmmmm, might be something to mention to the Weyrwoman and Weyrleader. They could pass down a subtle hint to the searching riders." He grinned at the round about route to check the possible problem.

"That's good. We'll fly with you. Nah, not far at all." S'kor gestured to the two settled dragons. They should hurry and get the plant back before being out of the ground did it harm. The roots could potentially dry out, right?

S'kor watched Scarath out of the corner of his eye as D'lin suggested wild hunting more often. The large bronze's head came around to look at them. "I think that'd be well accepted. Pass word to Scarath from Plexith whenever you'd like to go out. We'll be ready."

"I think we should fly as low as we can. The higher we go up, the colder it gets. Not as cold as between for sure, but cold enough." He grinned. S'kor went to mount his dragon; boosted up by a lift from a foreleg. He secured his packs down tightly.

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Not far from the pair of Bronzes, a Green whose eyes whirled a deep purple with lust hissed at her rider who was at his wit's end to control his proddy Green. "Helenath, not now!" Really, while he was hunting for mystweed, really? But Helenath had already blooded her kill, and like a shot she was off into the air, flying just past the Bronzes. T'roy threw his hands in the air in frustration, and then was swiftly caught up in the thrall of his Green's mating urges. Overhead, Helenath called a challenge to the Bronzes, daring them to chase her, to try to catch the Green that had launched a thousand shi-- who was faster by far than a pair of oversized males! They didn't stand a chance.

Worst. Timing. Ever.

Was the first thought that came to D'lin's mind as the green shot past them and bugled her challenge. Plexith dove for the ground almost as quickly as Scarath 'Plexith..we don't have time for this, the sample needs to go back to the Weyr!' He tried to reason with his dragon as he landed.

'After' Plexith replied urging his rider to dismount. 'It's a green Plexith, not a gold...nothing at stake and it's all fun and games back at the Weyr but this is too important' D'lin insisted fighting against Plexith's desire in the best way he knew how by pointing out that it was a green and there for only 'practice' for a bronze..at least to Plexith's way of thinking.

Of course that didn't mollify the bronze whose competitive spirit made him want to give chase as Scarath had..if only to beat the other bronze. 'But Scarath has.. 'Scarath is not carrying the sample...and he's already far ahead this time anyways' D'lin pointed out, breathing out a sigh of relief when he felt the dragons desire to chase lessen, either because of his arguments or because he was using every bit of will he had to insist that he did not want Plexith to chase, at least with a geen he had the chance to talk the dragon out of it.

It was an internal battle but it seemed to work as Plexith''s eyes calmed somewhat, they still whirled with excitement but nothing like they had been a few moments ago. D'lin took the opportunity to speak with S'kor "I've managed to convince him the sample is more important then chasing a green...but I'm not sure how long my argument is going to hold up" He told the other rider - he didn't want to just leave him out here..but the green's rider had to be close "Are you going to be alright out here if we take the sample back?"