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 Gallagher bids the blonde a good day as they rejoin those occupying the Living Cavern, bringing the trip full circle. After all, there's weapons to be secured and stowed, and dirt to be scrubbed from his face and elsewhere, and-- well, the rest of the day to be done with. It's never something he makes known, but for Gallagher there's still real business to be done in the hours he's not expected for candidate duties.
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 "'S'about it..." Alida notes to the man, then climbing up her dragon's greyed-blue, dipped shoulder and settling herself properly between neck ridges, buckling in. While she awaits Gallagher joining her, the blonde visually inspects not only her straps, but the way a pair of spears with capped tips are settled, as well as a pair of sturdy hemp ropes with lassos. Gal's salute to him prompts Ilicaeth to chuff in amicable, blue-eyed greeting again, his teeth once more hidden behind lips as he carefully inserts his muzzle into the human male's grille to give him a quick inspection-whuffle. No worries about freaking out his passenger, here.
 A single brow lifts at how close large blue muzzle comes to his person, but other than that Gallagher doesn't react. If anything, the look on his face reads: 'Am I supposed to be impressed?' While Szadath apparently saw something in Gallagher enough to Search him from Crom, it's likely that Ilicaeth would get no such sense from the oldest candidate. Nothing about him, at least in terms of innate instinct, screams 'rider material.' Once Ilicaeth's inspection has been completed, the man isn't slow about mounting, doing it with a practiced air, right down to buckling in as soon as he's settled, gloved fingers not fumbling on the straps.
 Once Gallagher's up behind Alida, Ilicaeth slowly stands to his full height again, his quick-wheeling blue eyes looking back over a shoulder at his passengers. Hurry up already! Only his head and tail move, though, the latter lashing and twitching a staccato series of motions. When the man behind her gets his ducks in a row, Alida peers over her shoulder, giving the other guard's straps a final inspection as she inquires, "You want me ta' stow yer bow?"
 "Nope. I'm good." The bow's been slid into one boot, Gallagher's hand resting on the top part of it, holding it to his thigh. He ''is'' a self-sufficient one, even in this.
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 "Nah; I think it's just you 'n yer charming personality..." Alida notes briskly after rolling her eyes at Gallagher. A look over her shoulder finds greens peering at Ilicaeth, the blue snorting soundly, then making a tail-lifting gesture towards the Cromese man before he steps off, then tosses himself skyward in a powerful hurl. Alida's snickering low, by that time, likely at her lifemate's internal comment. As the man tries to find his own spot to wait, so does she, moving at a right angle to him, and circling out...still mostly downwind. After a few minutes, her helmeted head and figure crouch down, rendering the woman effectively invisible in the grasses. And Ilicaeth? He's off hunting on his physical lonesome not too far away.
 "Again, you're the one who invited me and my charming personality on this little excursion, so you can talk all you want, but drinks and then a trip out of the Weyr? There's something about me you like." Gallagher states it as fact, leveling an even look at the bluerider. His gaze doesn't linger, however, instead turning to move to the spot he's selected. As he goes, the sack is flipped inside out over the length of one of his arms. He hunkers down and waits. And waits. And waits. After a traumatic thing like a dragon and death from above, it takes the scattered piglets time to find their way back. The boldest is the first to snuffle close. And yet Gallagher waits. He consults the bluerider silently, his recommendation to continue to wait. It proves a good enough tact because soon there's three, then four snuffling around the corpses, squealing their confusion and distress. Four seems good enough odds to him, and none are terribly large yet, to their fortune. His movement is slow at first, trying not to startle the pigs until it's unavoidable. The critical moment comes and the pigs start to scatter. Mayhem ensues. In the end, between bluerider and candidate, they manage (after several falls, dives, and other maneuvers that leave them dirt marked and scraped, they manage to get two of the piglets into the sack, the others lost to the underbrush. But half is better than none. Once the large sack is tied off, Gallagher rolls back from his knees onto his rump and he's laughing. Now that the mission's accomplished, there's a moment, so he allows himself this levity. "You should've seen your face when you dived for that one and it ''just'' got away." Surely there were similar moments for him, but it doesn't mean he can't enjoy what he witnessed.