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M'mal had Breth land in a small clearing away from the hold he was Searching at. He detested Searching small back holds - the people were always rude and mean, usually scared as well. He snorted. What had dragonriders ever done to them? Shaking his head he strode into the hold. What was it? Oh yes, Iven Hold. He sighed and threw back his shoulder, nodding to the nervous holders.
"I am M'mal, from Sidra Weyr. I am here on Search." The people drew away, many disappearing behind closed doors. M'mal sighed. Why did these people have to be so difficult? In the bigger holds it was an honor to be chosen on Search. Here, he had to fight to come away with one. The girl. She is here. Breth told his rider. M'mal sighed again. Breth liked to Search girls, and M'mal didn't know why. This wasn't a gold hatching, so the girls would only Impress greens. I like greens. I like the girls. They need a chance.
M'mal scanned the crowd for the one that Breth had felt. There weren't many who didn't look absolutely terrified. Ah! There was one. She had strange green eyes that were shining. That was always a good sign. The girl was rather short and M'mal towered over her when he approached her.
"Breth requests you." He said, and the girl's lips curved up a little into a small smile.
"I am Lana. I will come." Then Lana ran into her home and came back a moment later with a bag. She nodded and followed M'mal out of the holding. As he helped her onto Breth M'mal wondered if it had been the wind, or if he had really heard her say "Do you?" when he told her Breth had requested her.
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