He knew of one way he could get himself there, and he thought about it as he went about getting prepared for the day - body, teeth, hair, clothes - but that wasn't really an option when he had yet to apologize to his cousin for the Turns of ignoring him after being such a brat for A'ric doing nothing more than being Searched, something he'd had no control over in the first place. Still, it was an option, and the only one he had, though there were others if he tried looking in the right spots, he supposed. Going to his Masters, for example, and seeing about getting transferred South. Surely there were mines down there that needed exploring or setting up. Or maybe the riders needed help with their work on finding veins of raw materials in their fight against Thread. He could do that, too! It was something that remained lodged in his mind was he made his way out to greet his parents and sisters for the day, joining them at their usual table in the dining hall for breakfast.
The girls were chatting about something he couldn't keep up with, Lisbet in particular, while Amarantha - ever the wise at her young age of ten - pretended to listen to the parts about boys that didn't interest her in the least. He grinned, sending her an That's my girl! silently before taking his first bite of fruit, his attention more focused on his parents and what they were saying to one another. He was all but certain of what they were going to say, but to his surprise, they said nothing of the sort. Instead they continued to ignore him for the tie being, and instead looked at one another, and on occasion over their shoulders towards the doors. That got him curious enough, but he didn't stop to say anything himself. Not until he heard their whispers a little more clearly, the more he ate, the less he tried to force himself to focus - when he tried to force it, he found, that just made the pain in his head throb all the more. You sure you heard right? A rider from the South coming here?" His father side, and his mother nodded, though she shrugged a little still. The man sat back and whistled, low under his breath. "I wonder what they'll be here for..." Search, most likely, Varric thought, and then that ideas he'd had earlier came forth, and he knew what he had to do.
He was going to present himself to that brown. Even if he had to push and claw and kick and scream his way to the front of the crowd It was the only way he was going to get the chance to have an audience with the rider, if the rumor was indeed the truth. And hey, maybe then he'd be able to... He smirked a little, in the direction of a few folks he wouldn't mind a roll with before departure. If only his morals allowed him to. But while he was within the walls of the Hold, he simply couldn't. Once he was at a Weyr though, New Atricis Weyr, to be specific, well... things were bound to change, and he itched already to be there, eager for everything he would encounter in the land his cousin A'ric now called home.