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"I do not like being here." Tairoth said wistfully, looking about the area. They were certainly in Trine territory. "This is not home. Someone will find us, and they will be angry."

"Don't be so worried, Beloved." M'cel said, sparing a free hand to caress his bond's hide. He was wearing his Malvern colors proudly and visibly; He didn't want any Trine rider that spotted him to think he was with Benden. He sniffed; as if Benden could have a beautiful Black like his Tairoth! That was his plan: Stick near Tairoth and make it known he was indeed foreign.

"This is not our home. We should not be here! We should be searching at home!"

"Well, we haven't found anything at home! If we do find anything, it'll be turned into Trine, as it should be. Don't be such a worry wart! What's the worst that could happen?"

Tairoth grumbled and ambled carefully beside His. He couldn't really tell what they were looking for, only that it was small and in the grass.

"I told you."

"Oh, be quiet, Tairoth." M'cel turned to look for the rider, spying her and her rather attractivley pattered Crimson. And the Rider herself was easy on the eyes as well! He smiled and waved at the pair. "Hello! Well met, Madam! I'm M'cel, of Malvern! I'm here on a search for Mystweed." He smiled at the woman, running a hand over his short cropped hair. "I apologize if I'm bothering you. Most of the spaces near Malvern have been rather well picked over."

My, my. Weren't she and hers both lovely? M'cel spared a moment to look at the large, beautiful dragon before turning his appreciative eyes to the lass before him. "Well met, Sanza and Maomith.

"Our last Clutch's hatchlings have learned to Between, and I think they delight in popping everywhere to prove that they simply can." M'cel said, his eyes dancing with amusement. This, he remembered from his own days, when he and Tairoth were both young and boisterous. "They have everything well covered where we're from. Too well covered, in fact; you can't go out without bumping into one or three."

"This I know, Maomith." Tairoth sounded a bit unhappy. "I do not like to be here, but there was not much to search at home. Mine wanted to search today, but he wanted to look some place different. He said we could help here. I hope that is all right? I do not want to get into fights."

"If you two are out searching, would you mind our help? Anything that we find is, of course, to be told to Trine. Honestly," He said, giving the woman a smile, "I just want to feel like I'm actually making a difference in the search. Do you have a map, to mark off where we're at?" He'd been planning to report to those in charge of the search at Trine after his search of the area.

"Of course." Here, his face turned sober. "We're watching them closely. You know how it is when you're young; you want to prove yourself to everyone. They're indeed good at getting places that they're not supposed to be." He remembered his own adventures; he still carried a few scars from them. Damned cat. "Aren't Trine's Weyrlings learning to Between? I had heard the last clutch was a good one. Trine's dragons do her proud."

Oh, Marcy, you talked so much! Tairoth grumbled and followed after the man, who was following the pretty lady from Trine. That is the way of things, yes. This is your home. It is nice. Malvern is nice too, but this is different.

[Roll: Totally different plant. M'cel, stop thinking about Klah!]

M'cel walked along after Sanza, looking about at the vegetation. He eyed an immature klahbark tree for a moment, pondering if he should've had another cup before he left. Deciding he was awake enough, he continued after Sanza. Nice position he was in, to watch the Lass. Woman, really, but he'd wager she was younger than he was. Very serious, but that was nice. Lovely hair, good strong eyes; she was a nice woman to watch.

You are going to get us in trouble. Tairoth said straight to him, sounding annoyed.

"Don't I always, love?"

M'cel made a face. "Not really. We've had a few samples come in, more dead samples, and a lot of people coming back having touched something they shouldn't have. We're from the South, you'd expect that people would know what to touch and what not to touch." Bah. People!

Hmmm.

"You know, you look a bit familiar." He tapped both of his index fingers against his lip as he watched Sanza. "I have the strangest feeling I've flirted with you futilely in the past."

He does that a lot. Tairoth said cheerfully, kicking a pebble with a claw. Silly! We have less water at Malvern, but lots of sunny spots.

"Oh, I know, people are so stupid sometimes. But you really have to expect that people know what a numbweed bush will look like...." M'cel paused at a plant and eyed it carefully, but it assuredly wasn't Mystweed. Distressing.

Heh. M'cel grinned at her smile. Nice! "Ah, such a shame. Such a pretty lass when you smile." He teased. "Tairoth and I have been around for some too," He looked back at Tairoth, who was happily watching birds fly past. "So we likely have seen you. And I've likely flirted, it's my way. I see a pretty Lass and I start to sing. Probably do it enough for the both of us." He said cheerily.

I do not flirt. I mostly sit. Tairoth said thoughtfully, looking back to the Crimson now that the bird was gone. I like the sun better. Swimming is fun, expecially in warm water, but I like the warmth. It's good to take naps on a nice hot rock. Marcy has to wake me up a lot, and I do not like that, but we must work, because I am a good dragon and he is a good rider, and we both must work. The dragon seemed a little daft, but perfectly able.

"And if you grab a numbweed bush? Then you're dimmer than a dead glow in the middle of a sea hold during thread." M'cel grinned, looking to the ground as he made sure his steps weren't crushing anything too important.

"Hm?" He looked up at the woman, eyes wide with surprise. Had he gotten a rise out of her at that? "And from what I remember, you didn't enjoy my caterwauling." He said, nose crinkling in amusement at her. He could hold his tone sweet enough, but if he'd had a drink? My, my, did his voice go all over the place! "I rather liked my song about the sharp eyed lass."

I like to work sometimes, but it's hard to remember why I'm working. Tairoth said after a moment's thoughts. Marcy has to remind me to work because sometimes I forget because it is much nicer to lay in the sun. You must be much smarter if you remember, Maomith. Are all Trine dragons so smart?

"I did indeed, lass." He pursed his lips and tried to remember. He'd been impressed with her eyes, and how she'd been... So cold. "Your eyes are like ice, yet they intice..." He sang softly, winking at her. If it wasn't what he'd sang, it was close enough. "Though I seek to amaze with my turn of a phrase, I fear I'll be left in the cold, to grow ragged and old. And so I go wailing, fluttering, flailing; I wish you would be my darling~" He snorted, looking at her with one eye closed.

"What do you want from me, my maiden with the piercing eyes? I'm a a weyrbrat, not a harper." He teased.

Tairoth thought hard. Hmm! I do not think I am used up. I do not have bad scars and I like to fly. Mine has scars, but I ate what gave him scars and then the healers patched him up. Trust the dragon to remember that one instance so many years previously when he could barely remember names. When I remember, I do good work. This, he knew, and he was proud of. We have to. I am small, and some think because I am a Black that I am not as good. But I show them that I can work hard as they can! His neck curved playfully. While he did enjoy work when he put his mind to it, he far preferred play. He was very like his rider in that aspect.