Welcome to Gaia! ::

Whatever passed for Fate on Pern was apparently smiling on the competitive, tiny Bronze, since as it happened, the only other dragon in the area was a brown, also on the small side of his color.

The little dragon was quite vocal, even in flight, as though he were serenading the area that he and his rider were searching, trying to coax the plants out of hiding.

Hello Hello! Linnaeth hailed the bronze, reminded by his rider that it never hurt to be polite, especially to bronzes. S'in-mine says to say hello, and that if it's alright by you, since you outrank us, we were thinking to look for Mystweed. If not, he says we can look elsewhere, but he hopes you won't say it's not since we aren't allowed to go Between.

You didn't have to tell him the last part, Linnaeth... S'in's sigh was lost out loud, but the idea still carried to his partner.

Well, it's true, besides maybe he'll agree. The brown pointed out. He didn't like the idea that they might be told to leave, though it wasn't -as- bad as if, say, they'd been asked to leave someplace that was really -theirs-.

The brown circled the area at a respectful distance, still giving an impressive chorus of noises, some of which even resembled snippets of this or that song from around the weyr, though these snippets were short, since the vocal brown didn't have the memory to hold the whole thing in his head for long.

S'in says we appreciate it, Pipith and Set'al. So do I! Linnaeth answered back, winging closer for a better look now that it had been determined that territoriality wasn't an issue.

S'in gave a brief wave of acknowledgment as they drew closer, though there wasn't a lot of point in trying to shout conversation on a moving dragon.

Great, now we'll have a search partner. S'in was pleased by this. The idea of sharing the glory of whatever they found didn't bother him, since he wasn't a limelight seeker.

The territory out here was dangerous, even with Linnaeth, and it would have been a very ironic footnote in the scrolls had he and his partner been lost while searching for an herb that was supposed to help bring more dragons into the world. Ironic didn't really describe how S'in planned to be remembered.

I am Linnaeth! I forgot to mention, didn't I? The small brown chirped swooping lazily, his rider keeping as low a profile as possible on his partners neck, apparently more or less not interested in testing the riding leathers versus the wind.

S'in says there may be some clearings and groves to check a little further out, but we're going by word of mouth. It's worth a look...

The dragon glanced ahead where breaks seemed to indicate stretches where the land was more open, and it seemed plausible that wilder animals might be grazing.

S'in thinks if other animals graze there, maybe they're finding and eating Mistweed also.

Linnaeth was clearly pleased by this, swooping ahead with another chorus of curious noises.

We will lead then! Linnaeth was quite happy to oblige, and looked like, had he been allowed, he might have indulged in some creative flight on the way, though his rider discouraged the beginning of a dramatic swoop. Perhaps we will be lucky!

He added, winging toward a more open patch of green which looked as though it might accommodate their landing.

"Sorry about that, Sir." S'in apologized as he dismounted from his own dragon. "We're still working on the idea that big displays aren't technically called for at the drop of a hat."

He wasn't familiar with the bronzerider or his small bronze, Pipith, an amusingly appropriate name for a tiny bronze since, he had to admit, it reminded him of the term he'd occasionally use for the seeds in fruit. Tiny, for a bronze, but he was willing to bet you'd crack a metaphorical tooth on that one too.

Should I tell Pipith that?

That... seems like it would be a bad idea.

You think it would make him angry?

A bit.

Alright then.

"Did you have any preference for how you'd like to begin searching, sir?"

He had a few thoughts on how to do an effective sweep, or how he thought it might go, but then, this was an older rider, his ranking superior, and who knew, the man might have some previous experience searching an fair sized area for something hard to find. Too bad it wasn't quite like search riding, it would have been much easier if there was a chance that their dragons would be able to pinpoint the plants.

"Sounds like a plan. If we each start on one side and then meet in the middle we stand a lower chance of missing anything." S'in nodded. "I'll let you know if I find anything. He noted.

There didn't seem much more point in standing on ceremony, since Set'al didn't seem inclined to rule the hunt with an iron fist, which was just fine with S'in. Technically he would have been just as capable of dealing with the iron fist, but that didn't mean he -liked- it. A little bit of ability to relax was nice, even if the mission itself was critical.

S'in heaved a sigh as he marched his way through the clearing. So far he wasn't having much luck, once or twice he thought he'd caught a glimpse of something that might remotely have resembled the plant, but all his 'discoveries' so far had fallen through, and he was having even less luck now.

He glanced up once or twice at the Bronzerider, who he was going to have to, he made a note inwardly, learn a little bit more about, but Set'al didn't look from here to be having any better luck than he was.

Or so he guessed from the man's expression. For all he knew the man had a dead pan that made rocks pale in comparison.

"Anything? Nothing here so far..."