If you haven't read Larotir and Casan's pre-search stories I suggest you do before reading their Search, this story won't make much sense until you've read the others ^_~
Larotir refused his early morning meal with his father and the Lord and Lady Seaholders to help Casan and the rest of the crew unload the cargo. He didn't like straying to far from Casan, as if he'd dissapear again if given the chance.
When everything had been unloaded, the twins headed for the dining hall, guided by Casan, who had lived there all of his eighteen turns. The dining hall at Green Waters Seahold was much different from the one at Larotir's Hold, it had a much friendlier feeling to it. Casan explained that was because all the fishers were like brothers, braving rough seas together and coming out of storms closer than ever.
The morning meal was a generous one, fresh tubers and packtail in a sauce that had a sour taste to it but seemed right for a morning meal just the same. Along with klah, there was redfuit juice and some kind of dark brown bread that Larotir had never tasted.
Casan took Larotir to sit with his friends, introducing him to them. Most of Casan's friends were seacrafters like Casan, and their talk of ships and seas made Larotir feel slightly out of place.
"Hey, know who that is?" one of Casan's friends asked, elbowing Larotir as a woman clad in riding gear walked past. "She's a dragonrider. A Searchrider, actually. She's here to Search out Candidates for some special clutch over at Falas Hold.
"When'd she get here?" Casan asked. "She wasn't here when I left..."
"'Course she wasn't," another journeyman added, "she just got here yesterday night for the evening meal but she didn't find anyone then. Rumor is she's going to Search someone at this meal."
"Who knows if there's even anyone here who's acceptable," the first man said with a shrug. "If she hasn't found anyone yet, who knows if she'll find anyone at all?"
After the meal, Casan and a few of his friends took Larotir to their favorite part of the beach. "The best-looking girls are always here when it gets really warm," one of Casan's friends explained.
"Isn't that the Searchrider?" Larotir asked, gazing in the direction where a young woman was bathing a silver dragon with white wings. As they walked down the beach, the dragon looked up, and the Searchrider looked over in their direction as well.
It was a warm day and there were quite a few people swimming in the clear water. Casan had his bathing cloth with him, as did his friends, and an extra one for Larotir. "I thought it would fit you," Casan chuckled as he handed Larotir the cloth
Dragons were not a rare sight at the Seahold, but swimmers were avoiding the silver-white dragon and her rider. A few people shot them curious glances but no one swam up to them and they didn't talk to many people either.
Because of this aloofness, Larotir nearly fainted when one of Casan's friend's told him to turn around and he found himself face to face with the silver-white dragon. You haven't been here before, a woman's voice filled his mind. Or I would have found you sooner.
"What?" Larotir said aloud, looking around to see who had spoke. "What the...?"
"You'll have to excuse Silivrosth," Larotir heard a voice that sounded much like the first one and turned to see the Searchrider wading towards him, "she's a bit too eager about her Searching sometimes. This is an odd place to find a Candidate."
Two Candidates, actually, Silivrosth told her rider and Larotir smugly, your twin is also acceptable. Many twins are like that.
"Searching?" Larotir gawked.
"Candidates?" Casan stammered, once Larotir and the searchrider, who's name turned out to be Maeve, had explained what was going on.
"Both of you have been Searched by my Silivrosth to Stand at the Falas Genetic Program Center," Maeve explained. "That is, should you decide to accept it."
Not for the first time in the past few days, Larotir was unable to speak with amazement, so Casan spoke for both of them. "Of course we accept!"