Merrinth rustled her wings, growing a touch restless; she knew what lay at the true midpoint of this trip and she was impatient for a bit of fun...Kernan chuckled and soothed her by scratching her browridges gently. The red needed to rest a touch longer if she was to make it without undue strain and he wouldn't have his girl rush them.

And no, he wouldn't tease.

"Did he leave on Search or of his own accord and two feet?" he asked softly. These were simple questions and from there they could trace ideas. "From general holds and weyrs he can be traced." Provided he gave his own name when staying or guesting.