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Terisa gulped as she looked down at the note she had scribbled. One flight up and how many doors to the right? She couldn't quite tell, but she thought it said three, maybe five? She needed to work on her penmanship.... The dark haired girl knew that she would find the correct weyr eventually though, and that was the main goal after all. Well, technically the main goal was for her to assist in bathing and/or oiling the dragon inside, but it was simply a good excuse for getting to see a dragon very much up close. Having been at the weyr for some time now, she had of course seen many dragons, but never in such an intimate setting. She would be touching a dragon's skin for an extended period of time, able to study the musculature underneath of that skin! She didn't really mind the oil that was used to keep the dragon's skin healthy anyway, so it really didn't seem like such a horrible chore at all!

As she reached the top of the flight of stairs she had been climbing, she glanced back down at her note and started off down the passageway, peeking into doorways to try to catch a glimpse of a dragon, but for the most part the dragon's quarters weren't visible from this side of the weyr. As she approached what she hoped was the correct weyr though, the young teenager slowed her footsteps. She was still a bit worried that what she was guessing was a three was actually a five, and so when she poked her head around the door, her voice stuck a bit, "H-hello? Anyone home?" She paused for a moment, but wasn't sure if she heard anything, and so tried to offer an explanation for her intrusion, "I'm supposed to be helping with oiling, but I'm not sure I have the right weyr.... Is anyone here?"

When a blue dragon's head suddenly came into her view, Terisa stopped mid-stride. He didn't look too angry, his eyes weren't red at least.... She was relieved when the rider came into view as well and confirmed that she was in the right spot. "Oh good! Yes, I'm here to help with oiling." She gave her best overly cheerful smile, though there was a hint of nerves at the edges if one looked close enough. She was sure that most candidates were probably a bit nervous whenever they help with other riders' dragons. After all, the Candidate Master had said time after time that they wouldn't understand what it was to be a rider until they impressed. Swallowing a bit, she looked around at the surprisingly spotless weyr, "I'm Terisa and uh... well, do you have an oil pot here or should I run and get one.... I'm sorry if I was supposed to bring one, I didn't realize...." The girl's black eyes looked to the rider with a now obvious worried look. Great! She had been here a whole two candle ticks and already she was showing just how useless she was at this job!

She sent another look around the weyr, hoping beyond hope that she would spot an oil pot and brush somewhere, but she quickly realized that she would look terribly snoopy if she continued that, so she glanced back at H'dra with renewed fear. Shards! What had the Candidate Master said? Now she couldn't remember anymore! She could have sworn that she has been informed where oil pots were stored, but she just couldn't think of it. What if she did have to go get one and couldn't find one? What if the gorgeous blue dragon's skin cracked because it took her so long to get him oiled?? What was she going to do?!

Terisa had been standing in front of the bluerider for a few moments, watching his face do the far away look that riders got when they were speaking with their dragons. Normally she would be fairly nervous during this awkward pause, but not today, no today she was so terrified of doing something wrong that she could probably oil the dragon with the sweat on her palms at that moment.... The relief that washed over the poor girl's face when the bluerider finally spoke was almost comedic in nature, and she quickly reached for the pot that H'dra offered. The dark-haired girl then followed him like a lost runnerbeast to Dievath's side, the whole time running over the oiling lessons she could recall in her mind, "Uh, y-yes." Her expression took on the look of someone straining to recall lines in a play as Terisa reiterated her lessons as close to word perfect as she could, "Look for dry or itchy spots of skin, take a rag, dip it in the oil and rub it into the skin gently." She then looked a bit worried, recalling that usually the dragon communicated with their rider where the itchy spots were, "U-uh, h-how do I know if I've gotten them all?" Her dark eyes traveled to the blue dragon in front of her and the sheer amount of blue skin became quite intimidating.

Though both of the beings in the weyr at that moment induced terror in the girl, for some reason the blue seemed slightly less terrifying, perhaps because his eyes were swirling colors of delight, and dragons' eyes didn't lie about their moods, so she could be sure that the blue wasn't angry with her. Glancing at the rider next to her, she couldn't be so sure about him. Gulping a bit, she attempted to smile sheepishly at him, though it came out as more of a grimace, since her nerves weren't letting her muscles function all that properly, but perhaps the message would still come across and he wouldn't be angry with her lack of knowledge of all this dragon related....

Terisa nodded at the information that H'dra provided her with, trying to commit it to memory. For the most part it was simply confirmation of what she had already suspected, but had been too cautious to assume outright, especially if it would risk a dragon's health or comfort. Though the rider was obviously not completely comfortable, the weaver girl took his smile in stride, it was reassuring that he wasn't angry or annoyed with her, and little else mattered at that moment. Moving her dark eyes to the spot that the rider indicated, Terisa continued to nod, probably resembling an idiot wherry watching a bouncing object. Realizing that she looked foolish, the girl controlled her neck movement and dipped a rag into her oil pot, going for a nice big spot on the blue's side that look rather dry to her. She sat back on her knees and just started rubbing the oiled rag in small circles. The movement was a bit awkward to her at first, since her muscles were trained for the back and forth movement of weaving, but the small circles seemed to make more sense for making sure she got the whole area of skin.

The monotony of the work allowed the girl's mind to wander for the most part, and just as she had started thinking about an interesting weaving pattern involving yarn dyed like Dievath's skin, the rider's voice pulled out of her own thoughts and she turned her wide eyes to him. It took a moment for his question to register, since she first had to remember what he had asked. Not wanting to appear slow, Terisa blurted out, "Oh, n-no, I w-was s-s-searched." Realizing that her attempt at speed was just making her stutter more, she paused for a moment before starting again, trying to keep calm, "I was at the Weaverhall when a rider came to pick up an order and ending up getting me as well...." She smiled weakly, laughing a bit nervously at her attempt at humor. "W-what about you?"

Terisa was a bit surprised as the dragon's muscles twitched, but she continued with her oiling as instructed. Once she had finished the first spot that she had started with, her eyes search the nearby hide and easily found another flaky spot. Dipping her rag into the oil pot once more, she rested one arm while continuing her rubbing with the other. Thankfully, her arms were strong from weaving and she could keep them raised for long periods of time from all her experience with the loom. It actually made her arms quite perfect for oiling, and she was thankful that she had worn a sleeveless tunic, since it let her arms sweat freely without constraint of sticky cloth. Taking a moment to bush back a few strands black hair, the girl surveyed how many more itchy spots there were to go. Even with both working, it looked like it was going to take most of the rest of the afternoon to get this task done. Surprisingly, Terisa didn't mind that so much, since it was pleasant company and an easy enough task for her.

Turning to look at the blue rider as he responded, she found it slightly amusing that he called her miss. He was very polite and seemed rather formal, which was almost reassuring to the overly shy girl, since it let her know what boundaries she was the act within. Nodding and smiling at her memories of the weaver hall, she responded, "Oh y-yes. The weaverhall is wonderful, all the materials I could possibly need for any weaving and all the colors of dye you could possibly imagine! One for every dragon's hide ever hatched I bet!" Terisa was rather proud of her experiences at the weaver hall, and her mild boasting revealed a cheerful side of her personality that few got to see. Weaving was pretty much the only subject that could bring out that side of her, though dragons were starting to prove to be such a topic as well. Her smile fell though when he spoke of his family, "Oh, I-I'm sorry you don't get to see your family.... " Smiling, she shook her head at the suggestion that he was boring, "N-no, I th-think y-you're v-very i-i-interesting." Spitting out the compliment was surprisingly difficult for the girl, but she wasn't very experienced with complimenting males for whatever reason. Not wanting to linger on her previous statement, she rather boldly pushed on, pulling a question out of the air, "W-what's herding like?"

The rider seemed at least a bit impressed by her passion for weaving, at least his tone betrayed something akin to interest, Terisa thought. At the mention of wool coming from his family's holding, her eyes lit up. A nice sheep's wool was one of her favorite materials to work with, and she happily told the rider so, "Oh, that's wonderful! Did you get to shear the wool from the animals yourself? That must have been so nice, wool is one of my favorite materials to work with, since it holds heat so well." Thinking for a moment, she realized that that might not make that much sense in context, since as an Ista born, she didn't experience severe cold all that often, "It's really useful as padding against kitchen objects, since it keep your hands from burning." Nodding to enforce her sincerity, she hoped that he didn't know more about wool that she did and correct her, since some of what she was saying was a bit extrapolated, but she had certainly used small wool weavings to protect her hands when working in the baking area, and she did know that wool coverings were used for extreme cold to keep heat in.

At the mention of H'dra's brother also being at the Weyr, the black-haired girl smiled again, her hands absently moving on to another dry spot without her needing to pay much attention to their movements anymore. "That's sounds nice...." Her tone took on a slight undertone of homesickness, "My family is all back at a small holding in Ista, I haven't seen them for a while actually, since I was searched from the Hall.... I wrote them a letter to tell them that I was Searched, but I'm not sure if they got it since I haven't heard back from them...." Furrowing her brow a bit at how odd that seemed, she realized that she hadn't actually thought about how odd it was that she hadn't heard a thing from her family in at least a Turn. It would have made at least some sense for them to have at least wanted to come to the Hatching.... Shaking away those unpleasant thoughts, the girl's dark eyes turned back towards the blue rider. At his mention of the work that candidates were put through, a smile brightened the girl's face as she confirmed, "Yes indeed, I'm actually kind of glad that I had to carry so many sacks of cloth around the Hall, it makes the chores easier than for some of the higher ranked Hold children." A slightly mischievous expression crossed across the weaver girl's face at the memory of the snobby hold children being aghast at having to do chores just like all the other candidates.

Terisa listened to the rider's words as she continued to oil his dragon. She had never had much experience with herding, since her family hold had only raised crops, and she had been sent to the weaver hall as soon as her talent for cloth work was discovered. She smiled a bit at his apology for what he claimed was bragging. In the weaver girl's opinion, however, it hadn't been even all that close to bragging, simply acknowledging a skill in a certain area, but she didn't say anything, just nodded with that little smile on her features. She felt that she had already embarrassed both of them enough for one day, and despite the comfort the dark-haired girl was gaining with H'dra, she was still shy about being too outspoken.

After she had told the man about her family, she had stopped paying much attention to anything other than the repetitive movements of her arms, but at the mention of visiting her family, Terisa actually dropped the oiled soaked rag she had been holding and her eyes went wide with shock at what the rider had offered. She knew that dragonriders often gave rides to lord holders who needed to move about the continent quickly, but she was just a candidate, not even important outside of the Weyr, since she had only been a weaver apprentice. Realizing after a moment that she had just been staring at the male, she blinked her eyes and stuttered out, "O-Oh, y-yes, th-that would be w-wonderful!" She looked like she just might be on the verge of tears at the rider's generosity, but she quickly blinked again and turned back to Dievath's blue hide, increasing her pace in determination of showing her thanks for the offer. Even if it didn't work out because H'dra's wingleader had an objection, she was amazingly flattered that he had even offered.

Nodding her head while still keeping her eyes on the blue hide in front of her, Terisa did dig her small hands into the particular dry area she had been oiling, and soon realized that she needed to redip her rag. Breaking her staring contest with the side of the blue dragon, the girl put the rag into the pot at her side and responded to the rider's rambling with a smile, "O-oh, you'll find that that is easier said than done...." Her dark eyes got a far away look to them as she recalled her mother and thought about the woman's reaction to a dragonrider giving her daughter a ride so that she could visit. Yes, her mother would very firmly insist that H'dra have a meal with them, which might be a bit of torture for the man.... Perhaps she should warn him before he got himself into an afternoon that he dreaded, "I-I should warn you that if my mother is able to get near you, she'll insist that you join us for dinner, she's a very.... grateful.... person." That was one way of putting it. It was also that, while her parents were not very wealthy, they were very proud and always insisted upon returning the kindness that was shown to them however they could. Thinking about her family made a very happy expression embed itself into the girl's dark features, and she couldn't help smiling even when she made eye contact with the rider at her side.