Allia had thought she knew what busy was, but it was becoming clear to her that she'd had no idea. A family of eight was nothing compared to a Weyr! There were chores, lessons, and more chores, and on top of that, there was life at Igen to figure out. Even without the politics, it would have been enough to make her head spin, but with them? It was ridiculous! So far, all she was really sure of was that she couldn't stay Neutral forever; she was just a lone girl from a Cothold, and she didn't particularly want it to stay that way.
She found a spot in the dining hall and sat, taking off her gray bandana and shaking out her hair. The day was finally over, and she could rest her sore feet. Food was secondary - she just wanted to sit!
