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Despite her past experiences, Severia found that she had acclimated quite well to weyrlife. It was a neat and ordered existence that allowed for a bit of freedom, providing both support and fresh air in near equal doses. Upon her arrival, she hadn't really known what to expect, though not for her mother's lack of trying to prejudice her against Dragonmen. The very thought of these people as footloose perverts just revolted her, and she couldn't quite wrap her brain around her own mother's thinking on that one.

But whatever the past case may be, she was NOT going to let her mother rule her life now. Not when she finally had the opportunity to spread her own wings and 'fly,' proverbially speaking of course.

Not that she wasn't hoping to Impress... she was here as a Searched Candidate after all... but she carefully tempered those thoughts. It wouldn't do to appear overly anxious, such thoughts had brought her fairly close to disaster back when she was a child. Twice she had sighed after boys who promised her freedom... and twice she had been left after displaying what they called 'needy' behavior. In her home hold, women and girls were to be seen but not heard, and though she had finally learned to clean and cloth herself in a way that attracted men, those skills hadn't brought her any type of return.

Until she had been Searched that is.

To this very moment she wasn't sure what had prompted the Blue rider to choose her out of the dozens of children presented him. (And to be truthful, she had no idea that it was the dragon who had done the choosing.) But whatever the circumstances were, she was here now and had found an entirely new world.

For starters, she had discovered meatrolls, and Severia was quickly discovering how much she REALLY liked meatrolls. That they were served at almost every meal time helped a great deal, and she usually managed to sneak her way around the riders and ranking Weyrfolk to snatch a few leftovers before they were all gone. Honorably, she made up for her petty theft by choosing a small table far out of the way. It was a nice spot that she had been occupying for a few days now, tucked in the back corner where the stone walls echoed the voices of those around her, where she could sit quietly and just listen.

Nearby Severia cold hear a group of riders discussing the phenomenon that was the dual clutches on the Hatching Sands. Since the topic was more then just a little interesting to someone like her, she paused in her eating to concentrate and catch every word better. The oldest of the group, a brown rider by his shoulder knot, was rather loud, so the young girl didn't have to strain all that hard to hear what he said about the queens and the growing problem of overpopulation.

Naturally, Severia's fertile imagination grasped onto the concept of the great queen dragons, but time and time again she felt herself being pulled back into the conversation when the one woman of a the group, a green rider, spoke. The woman was slight, and raven haired like Severia, but that was where the similarities stopped. This rider was all fire and spirit, and it was all to easy for Severia to imagine the woman riding her green dragon against thread.

Drawn out of her revelry by another, and a lot closer, unknown voice, Severia blinked a few times before her eyes fully fastened on the stranger. At once her mind went awhirl with possible explanations for his unusual appearance, but she was too well mannered to stare for long.

"If it's just you it is." She answered pleasantly enough, though her word choice left much to be desired. "More then two or three might feel a bit cramped." She finished with a cheerful grin, noting with a slight deflation of her mood that the riders she had been listening to were moving off.

"Severia." She replied promptly, putting down her hand cloth and knife to extend Kita a rather awkward hand greeting across the table. That was a habit she had learned from the boys of the hold, and while her mother had smacked her for it on a number of occasions, Severia had always liked the gesture. It made the boys equal when they first met, and above all else, Severia was interested in being treated as an equal from now on.

Though in retrospect, she hoped she hadn't offended him by using it.

Heartened that he reciprocated so readily, Severia's demeanor softened noticeably. She was technically old enough to be over any girlish shyness by hold standards, but given her rocky relationship with the person who was supposed to teach her about life and dealing with people... Severia allowed herself a little slack in that department. Still, her curiosity about him was eating her alive, so much so that she had apparently forgotten completely about her favorite meatrolls.

"Yes, well, sort of." She answered, a bit of her uncertainty about her own position in life showing on her face. "I was a apprentice to my mother, who's a weaver, when I was Searched. Coming here has been a bit of a shock for me since my home hold was so small, and the two sevendays that I have been here sure haven't made it seem any smaller." She finished, looking down for a moment before meeting his eyes squarely. "It'll get better though, I hope. What about you? Are you here for the Hatching as well?" the last seemed a safe enough topic to broach with someone she didn't know.

"Yes, I was a weaver for my mother for a few turns, and I have to admit I was a little curious about how the fabrics we made became the clothing we wear." She replied, tensing slightly at the mention of her former occupation, though not because of the occupation itself. Still, unfettered curiosity was a new privilege for her, and she let it run it's course.

"You said you have a Master here? Do you make clothing for the dragonriders? What kind of tools do you use?" Ahh, once it was started it was difficult to stem the flow of questions!

Then, she realized there was another opening, one on the topic she was most curious about.

"Oh, and if you.... well... if you don't mind my asking, what exactly happened to you? You don't look like anyone else I have ever seen!" her bright blue eyes sparkled briefly, and she leaned forward. Unlike her mother who would have been horrified by Kita's condition, Severia was merely curious.

Since testing was a practice she was intimately acquainted with, Severia shied away from further discussion on the subject. She'd have given her right arm to have the serenity Kita apparently possessed when discussing his Master and his Craft, but that wasn't for her. At least, not now.

"Albinism." She quoted, rolling the unfamiliar term off her tongue uncertainly before shaking her head. "I've never heard of such a thing, but I guess that makes you unique in a lot more ways then most people hm?" She meant it in a positive way, since to Severia being unique and independent was a state somewhere close to godhood. "Would you ever be interested in showing me how tailor's sew fabric together? I'll admit that I am dreadfully curious about the whole process." She added, switching the subject smoothly just by following her own train of thought.

At first, Severia wasn't sure if she had offended him and he was merely trying to stay polite and pleasant. To that effect, she could feel her cheeks flush a bit with embarrassment and she unconsciously hunched her shoulders a bit as she looked back down at her neglected meatroll. "I.. well... you are right in that regard." She mumbled, fiddling a bit with her food until his actions brought her attention back to the table.

It seemed odd to her that he would carry around the instruments of his craft like that, but then, she had never really liked weaving the way she suspected he liked the tailor craft. That, and she certainly couldn't carry a whole loom in her pocket!

Still, her curiosity continued to eat at her, and with the logic only a youngster could possess, she pulled her handkerchief from her pocket and neatly sliced it into two strips with her knife and handed him the pieces. "Will these do?" She asked, hope and a new found shyness warring in her eyes.