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Hurry now! They'll be gone by the time you get out the door!

H'sad was exasperated. All he'd wanted to do was to enjoy a little relaxation now that he'd returned from riding Sweeps. He'd barely managed to pull off his goggles and gloves when Cinonth had all but keened with excitement, and pushed him, hard, with his head. The unexpected movement had caused H'sad to stumble, and he swatted at his blues snuffling nose.

"You great oaf, you're going to knock me out of our weyr one day and then you'll be sorry!" Nevermind that his weyr was now on one of the lower levels He'd spent a few Turns higher up, but the countless steps and stairs had been a bit of a pain for Dristan. His request to change weyrs had been accepted, and while H'sad did rather miss living higher up, and thrill of jumping off the ledge atop of Cinonth, he knew it was far easier for Dristan not to have to take all the stairs, or request a ride up just to retire. If the view wasn't as pleasant, or the privacy, he at least had the joy of being closer to the Dining Hall.

Cinonth, for his part, ignored his riders grumbling. The sensitive search dragon was all but scrabbling to get further into the weyr, though his head and nose could only fit so far.

"I swear, Cinonth, if this is what I think it is--"

Oh do hurry, Mine! I want to meet them, to see them! The dragon let out a plaintive creel so much like a newborn hatchling that even H'sad couldn't resist his blues ridiculous antics. Heaving a sigh, the blond ran fingers through his matted and diseveled helmet hair, tossed his riding helmet on the bed, unbuttoned his riding jacket, and made his way to the back entrance of his shared weyr.

He could feel his blue's excitement, and while he didn't mind letting his blue greet and get to know others, he didn't appreciate it when it happened during his down time. H'sad would have much rather slipped into the Dragonhealer's station to see if Dristan were about, but that would have to wait. "I'm goin',I'm goin', see?" He told his dragon, who let out another creel.

Thankfully, the hallway was near deserted, save for the most peculiar lookng person he'd ever seen. H'sad had to give her a double take. Even in the dim corridor's glowlight, she looked pale and had the whitest hair he'd ever seen. "Er, you all right?" He asked, arching a brow. She looked to be touching her stomach, and he couldn't tell if her paleness was normal or something was seriously wrong.

For now, though, he was more concerned about her well being than Cinonth's anxiousness to meet her. He knew what his dragon was going to do, and honestly, H'sad thought it the most silly thing his blue could do, but also the most exasperating. Candidates didn't need to be Searched multiple times, but his blue wouldn't be happy until he'd made his revelation.

"Good to meet you, Isilje." He greeted, glad to have a name to go with her pale face. "I'm H'sad, as you know, and my blue Cinonth is just inside."
He jerked his chin at the backdoor to his weyr. "You must've been in quite the daydream," he grinned, glad that it was only hunger, not illness, that plagued the girl. "Not much down these corridors but backdoors, storage spots, and stairwells." He wasn't used to seeing too many come down this way. Drudges and workers, Candidates turning glows or setting tunnelsnake traps, but not many just for the sake of wandering. Maybe she had wanted to be alone?

Meh. It was too late for that, and the sooner he let Cinonth do his thing, the sooner H'sad could kick back and relax a little. "If you're hungry though, I do have some fruit, and a few rolls and biscuits that were brought up from this morning's meal." The bluerider liked to have snacks available for Dristan and himself to enjoy between meals. While they could go down to the Dining Hall if they ran out, or wanted something specific, he found it easier to just bring back extras. "You're welcome to it," he encouraged, holding open the door and gesturing for the girl to come in.

Mine, don't forget about me. You know what to do. Cinonth sent a new wash of excitement over to his rider, as if he needed to be reminded. H'sad had to try hard not to roll his eyes.

"Er," he hesitated, hating this part of Cinonth's little game. While it was the blue's favorite, H'sad couldn't help but feel awkward. Candidates already Searched weren't often in need of being Searched again. "Whether you're hungry or not, do uh... Do you have a minute or two to spare? Cinonth, er, would like to meet you."

Search was the word he should have used, but he just couldn't bring himself to say it. Not yet. H'sad adored his dragon above all else, but sometimes he couldn't help but feel a little awkward. "I've already told him he's an overgrown oaf, so it's really okay if you've other things to do." He wasn't entirely sure if having dragons poke and prod and gape and stare at them was something Candidates might enjoy, especially as he couldn't remember how long Isilje had been at the Weyr.

Not every Candidate cooed over dragons, after all.

H'sad did brighten when the girl seemed so enthusiastic about meeting his blue. While he tried not to take for granted having Impressed, after growing up in a Weyr he sometimes forgot that seeing and being around dragons was an anomaly. Many of the Candidates had never had the opportunity to work with the creatures, or see them up close. For all that H'sad sometimes felt a bit embarrassed by his dragon's need to double-Search a Candidate, seeing the pale girl's excitement helped.

"You don't say," he grinned, relaxing a bit more. "I hear the Weyr's are a pretty good place to be if'n you're a fan. Cinonth, in particular, is always happy to meet new faces. Come on," he encouraged, leading his way through his weyr and out the small door that separated his shared quarters with Dristan, and where Cinonth slept.

The room opened up to the mouth of the weyr and the Bowl. It was quite low to the ground compared to other weyrs, but amply large enough for a dragon of any size. There was a large stone bed, with some pushed off blankets and hay; close to the door was hung dragon tack of various sizes, colors, and designs, along with containers of oil, various brushes if different sizes and strength, and a few sacks of firestone tucked into a corner. Ah, but most importantly, Cinonth wasn't going to let Isilje wait to look around. The dragon crooned with excitement, and was quick to push his way closer to the two of them as soon as they entered.

His eyes whirled a happy green, and they glowed this deep in the weyr. "Cinonth, this is Isilje-- Now, now, let her get settled in, you big oaf," he pushed the snuffling dragons head back, as if he could physically push the blue away. Thankfully, the bright blue dragon responded to the touch, and did reatreat a few steps, but it was clear he wanted to nuzzle on up to the pale girl.

His croon almost turned into a petulant creel. "If you don't mind him in your personal space, he'll cuddle right on up. He likes his cheeks and eye ridges scratched particularly well, but he can pet just 'bout anyplace other than his eyes."

He stepped back, though he did keep a staying hand on Cinonth's neck. He'd wait for Isilje to give word that the blue was okay to get extra close before he'd let his blue approach.

Any frustration or annoyance he'd had at his blue's insistence to Search the girl immediately dissipated at the joy in the girl's voice. The pale haired individual seemed more than pleased with Cinonth's attention, and the way she didn't hesitate to cuddle his blue was cute. At least she wasn't afraid of him, or upset by his desire to be affectionate. It was always awkward when Cinonth meant no harm, and only wound up scaring or upsetting someone.

"He is a gorgeous blue, thank you," H'sad grinned, his own pride showing. He walked up so he might stand more at his dragon's side, and reached out to give the blue's shoulder an affectionate pat. "One of the brightest in his clutch, and probably the friendliest."

Thankfully, H'sad wasn't a jealous rider. He knew Cinonth loved attention, but he also knew that his blue loved it from him best. Besides, the blonde couldn't spend every waking moment cooing and cuddling his blue, as much as he might want to. This way his dragon could get all the attention he craved, without causing H'sad to neglect Dristan or his other duties. Besides which, he made sure the two of them always had time to bond, play, and snuggle. He just preferred to do so privately.

"How long have you been a Candidate anyway?"

Cinonth, for his part, was more than pleased by the girl's response. His eyes whirled a happy green-blue, and he rumbled happily at her. Tell her that I Searched her, Mine! Don't forget that. It's the most important.

H'sad gave his dragon's shoulder another pat, and a small shake of his head. Well, it was bound to come out sooner or later. "Er... Cinonth wants me to tell you that he think you'll be a fine Candidate. He likes to Search, and sometimes likes to Search our Candidates again." It was a cute little quirk of his blue, but he did wish the dragon would find Candidates outside the Weyr itself.

The blue dragon rumbled appreciatively at the attention from the pale girl. His eyes remained a happy blue-green, and the dragon had no intention of pulling his face away from her anytime soon. Surely, someone who could give as nice scratches as this deserved to Impress!

H'sad almost rolled his eyes at his dragon, but instead just gave the blue a good thump. If everyone who gave good scratches Impressed, I don't think there'd be anyone on Pern without a dragon.

The blue gave a mental shrug. I don't see that as being a problem. More friends and family for us all.

More dragons for you to cuddle with, you mean. Cinonth was a very affectionate creature, and finding dragons to cuddle to had been difficult since Thread's return. His favored ledgemate of choice had succumbed to Thread during its early return, and the blue hadn't yet found a new favored companion. For now, though, the blue seemed to take comfort in finding snuggles with anyone willing enough, be they people or dragons!

Looking back at the girl, H'sad was glad that she seemed delighted enough, and didn't seem to mind the peculiarity of such a happening. "Well, sounds like you've got some time left at least. Not everyone Impresses right out of the gate -- I know I sure didn't. Took me until I was twenty for Cinonth to hatch, and that day was worth every minute of uncertainty and doubt. I would've waited another twenty Turns for this blue lug," he added fondly, unable to keep his besotted grin off his threadscored features. "I've no doubt you'll find your perfect match, problems be 'scored," he added cheerfully. "You seem capable enough -- no doubt some dragon out there is waiting just for you."

Cinonth crooned in agreement.