enter the Weyr [tag: open]

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The welcome had been... less than lackluster that was to be sure. It had finally come the day for the riders to return and take those who had been Searched to the Weyr. Not leaving almost immediately had surprised her, but then it wasn't a normal Search. The Clutch wasn't even on the Sands yet, but already Searchriders were going out to the few friendly Holds and finding candidates. Maybe they were afraid of propaganda being used against them, meaning no one would welcome a rider or allow their young people to be taken off on Search. To be honest, if that was Samhri on the other end that's exactly what she would do, cut off the supply for riders and you effectively cut off the Weyr's ability to grow. Unless dragonets started Impressing out of age, which was unlikely. The young woman could only suppose that she was lucky that the Harper Hall was still relatively friendly with the riders, but it wouldn't surprise her. They certainly had a network of folk to be admired, they knew exactly what was going on and at least a few of the smarter ones were paying attention to the signs of Thread coming. And watching the baleful Red Star in the sky.

Shifting her pack on her shoulder, her small trunk by her side, the newly dubbed candidate looked around. Spying the the bluerider to the side that had dropped her off, and then the sunsetrider who had so kindly shuffled through her things, Samhri made a face. The riders were being extra careful with security, she couldn't blame them, but that didn't mean they had to be Sharding rude. All of her things had ended strewn on the ground at one point or another, and packed back away precariously just enough that she had to pack it all herself again because the trunk wouldn't close. She was only allowed a certain amount of luggage at this point, until she was a rider she couldn't send for the rest of her things, and Shard it if she wouldn't pack as much as she could. This possessiveness of hers could be really annoying. Regardless, the bluerider had seemed a little annoyed by the sunsetrider's actions but what was done was done, and she'd certainly remember that rider for a while. He wouldn't be getting any favors from her that was for sure. Passing her gaze from the two riders she stared around, and really took in the Weyr for the first time. Standing near in the middle of the Weyrbowl it was huger than she had ever imagined, to one side were the Feeding Grounds and Weyr lake, sparkling in the sun blue against the dark rock of the volcano. Only sparse grass was in the Feeding Grounds, just enough to allow the herdbeasts to graze while waiting on whatever the beastcrafters might give them. The Watchdragon was on her ledge, a silverlight sparkling in the sun as she stretched and all around were the different hued dragons taking off, landing or just sun bathing on nearby rocks. There were so many and they were all so big! Wow.

She took the sight in for a moment, just standing there in awe not really able to comprehend it. Yea she had been hoping and dreaming, aiming to go to the Weyr, but she had never really expected it. But here she was, that second chance. And she was just standing around like a dimglow, okay there were stares now it was time to get moving. A slight blush appearing on her face, she shrugged the pack again and then grabbed the edge of her trunk, wishing she was just a little bit stronger so this would be easy and now a pain in the butt. Now. Where was the entrance to the Barracks again?

[Lynn]

A figure appeared nearby coming up fast, dust rising up behind it, and soon skidded to a halt before her. Ocean blue eyes went over her in a dispassionate perusal of curiosity, and liquid brown ones also watched her from closer to the ground. It had resolved into a man on the back of a sleek runner the color of molten steel, flecked with white as it grew closer, and now that man and his runner were watching Samhri curiously. "Hello lass. Just come in?" The voice emitting from the man was a rich tenor in tone, and the runner danced around underneath him, then settled at just a slight pressure from his knees.

Shayden was curious about the woman, yes, but not enough to really worry himself over it. He'd thought it was a boy at first, but as he grew closer he could see the tell tale bulges of top and hip, hence his addressing of her. She looked a little lost, but he would wait until given an answer, then tr and direct her to the right place, he decided.

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Okay, she would be lying if she said she didn't jump just a tiny bit seeing that runner pelting toward her. A sigh rushed out her lips, and she blinked away the brief panic that had managed to appear with that skidded stop. That couldn't have been good for the beast. Or her. Definitely yes to both. Having dropped her trunk again with a thunk, she left it there for the moment and rearranged the large scarf she had wrapped around her neck for security, she always did like layers they made her feel better. Maybe that was why she was wearing the long green coat in the current heat? Who knew.

"Uh, yes actually," she stated, blinking more dust out of her eyes before resting a hand on her hip as she looked up at the rider. Now the the panic was gone, the slight annoyance at the scare was starting to show on her face. Shouldn't he be more careful? He's a Journeyman no less! Not your job to lecture him, leave that to the Master Beastcrafter. She took a deep calming breath before continuing, ignoring the use of lass, she didn't think he looked that much older than her, "I'm looking for the Candidate Barracks, but that wasn't a little dangerous wasn't it? Any slower in that speedy stop and you might've hit me you know."

Even though she was slightly irritated, she said all this with a bright smile, quirked eyebrows and happy tone. You'd have to be listening carefully to hear the brewing irritation underneath.

[Lynn]

One chocolate brow rose for her words, and he snorted slightly. Not her place to criticize him, he thought coldly, but didn't bother to speak it. "We wouldn't have hit you. If we hadn't been able to stop we would have gone around." He turned the runner and pointed towards a low slung building made of stone with a tiled roof. "That's the Barracks right there. It's separated into male and female quarters. Make sure you turn right after the Common Room, or else you'll end up in the male quarters and get lectured." His voice was as calm and dispassionate as his gaze, for all of its richness, and his own annoyance at her lack of instruction by the riders who'd dealt with her was hidden underneath the calm exterior.

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She couldn't help but snort a little, possibly unnoticed even, and she shifted her arms as if to cross them before forcing herself to relax and readjust the pack on her back again. Ooh, the words she could give him, just because he wouldn't have hit her didn't mean she enjoyed being scared nearly half to death! Ugh. Pursing her lips, and taking another moment to gather herself before she spoke out of turn, Samhri gave him a nod of thanks.

"Thanks, I'll be sure not to get stuck in the wrong room," she said dryly, "Even though Faranth knows I already look the part as it is." Stretching her shoulders she bent and picked up her trunk, silently cursing herself for having such a need for books and heavy materials. With a grunt of effort she had the trunk in the air, resting it against her hip so it wouldn't fall while she looked up at the rider. Don't make enemies on your first day. You know, that was some sound advice. Put somehow this Beastcrafter disregarding her concern and safety was kinda irritating. Not that she couldn't have handle it better, but her tongue was already wagging while her mind was still moving, "Ah but see, not everyone enjoys being scared half to death."

There was a light scorn laced through her voice, but she smiled at the rider before speaking again all traces of irritation and scorn removed, "Thanks again, I suppose I'll be seeing you around?" Whether he chose to help her as she turned around walking forward as quick as the trunk allowed, or not was up to him. Mm... she almost hoped he didn't.