"Yeah... I've never seen that girl before. Granted, I was never a Candidate but... still, hers isn't a face I recognized. I wonder if they'll let her go home or if she's stuck here." She shuddered, "I don't think I'll like it if I had to stay here." The hand on Sharath's snout smoothed over the gold's nose and she turned to kiss the her dragon. "A day doesn't go by that I'm not grateful to be from High Reaches. I do pity her, yes, but there's not much they can do about it."
Amelia blinked and turned back to P'ta, "You'll be in the weyrling barracks with everyone else. But you'll get a weyr when you graduate, I'm sure. Sharath and I get our own room but that's because she's a gold... I'd kind of like to share bunks with someone, you know? I miss home too... this place isn't anything like it."
Sharath rumbled her laughter, Perhaps you do, Mine, but Yours would rather have her space. We see the others every day.
