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Terisa sighed, happy that she had at least gotten a chore slightly more fitted to her limited skills.... Well, not so much her skills, as a chore that avoided her weaknesses. Carrying papers to the records room and filing them was something that seemed simple enough. And even if she did drop a paper or two occasionally, it was easy to pick them back up and secure them with the others once again. And she rather liked sitting in the musty records room and putting the papers where they needed to go. If she wasn't so in love with weaving, it was certainly possible she would have been swept off into the Archivist crafthall.... But no, weaving was still better than filing, but since there didn't seem to be many candidate chores associated with weaving or even hauling yarn, filing would just have to do.

As she was passing through one of the busier walking areas, Terisa felt a tickle raise in her throat, and, knowing that it was important to be careful during this outbreak of sickness, she shifted the stack of papers to one arm and covered her mouth as she coughed, trying to relieve the irritation. Unluckily for her, she had gotten herself into a position quite susceptible to being bumped, and it wasn't long before contact at her elbow with a passing dragonrider caused her entire load of papers to spill to the ground. "Shards!" One or two papers falling was easy enough to fix, but getting all of these back up and in some sort of order was going to be a pain! Kneeling quickly, she started gathering the pile that was closest to hand, and then she would have to go after the individual pieces that had escaped the group. Hopefully no one stepped on them in the mean time....

Terisa vaguely heard someone apologize for running into her, but all in all, it seemed rather irrelevant to her mind compared with all the papers she needed to recover before they got ruined, since otherwise she would have some long hours recopying them.... Her attention was grabbed, however, when her efforts were cut in half by the assistance of the very rider who had run into her. Well that was kind of him! He had a bit of an odd smile on his face, but by the far off look, Terisa took that to mean that his dragon had said something to amuse him. Though the weaver girl was never one to discount her own mishap as the cause of an accident, that might have been why the two had collided.

"Sorry, I should be paying more attention to my surroundings, and less to what Naedreth has to say."

Yup, apparently Terisa was getting better at spotting that distracted look. Shaking her head a bit though, the girl said, "N-no, I'm sorry, I w-wasn't looking either." The flash of a flit caught the girl's attention, but then she pulled her mind back to the conversation, smiling a bit at the introduction, "Nice to meet you too, I'm Terisa...." Looking to the unruly pile in her hand, the girl nodded, not so much as an answer to his offer of assistance, but more to the acknowledgement that the papers were in a mess. Her dark eyes traveled to a free table near by them, and she crossed there to set them down and getting a better assessment of the task, "Well, it's really not a big deal if you have somewhere you have to be...." But in reality, it would take her a bit of time to get the records in order again, so if he pushed it, the black-haired girl found it unlikely that she would refuse his help. Though she still felt responsible for the spill, it would be nice to have company for the chore.

Smiling a bit shyly at the weyrling, the weaver girl nodded, grateful for the help and the friendly demeanor. She was a bit surprised that helping her somehow ranked above pampering his dragon, but she wasn't going to question him any further about it. She really was trying to think about what she said so as not to make people feel as awkward around her.... Stopping her stuttering would probably help that as well, but that was a bit harder for the poor girl to control.

"So once they're all back in order I can probably find where they go pretty quickly for you." Looking up at the rider with surprised eyes, she nodded again, "Sure, that'd be g-great. This is my first time in the records room actually...." Terisa felt a bit dumb admitting that, but the truth was that she spent all of her extra time weaving and really didn't have much interest in looking through old scrolls. Sure, there were certainly records on weaving in the room as well, but finding them would be difficult since she didn't know her way around, and there was no guarantee that they'd be helpful, or worse, that'd she'd understand them....

As her fingers started flipping through the pile, trying to straighten the pages out so that they're numerical markings were all in the same general are, the boy's question met her ears, "Oh, I don't know actually.... The headwoman just assigned me to assist one of the visiting Archivists by bringing back his scrolls...." Thinking about it, it actually seemed rather odd that he didn't just do his work in the records room, but what did she know about archiving anyway. Becoming curious herself over what the papers held, she glanced at the sheet she had been holding and read about some event that had happened during the last Pass. "It l-looks like historical stuff...."

Terisa smiled, not being terribly interested in history herself, but she did still like the records room. "Oh, well I d-don't mind the d-dust too much. The weaver hall was just as b-bad with all the cloth and yarn...." She smiled, memories of sitting in the storage rooms and looking at all the freshly made spools of yarn, going through the new dyes to see if there were any colors she hadn't used before. While at times it still made her sneeze, it was always worth it.

Trying to focus on finding dates and other numbers on the pages to help her put her small stack in order, she looked up once more at the weyrling's question. She furrowed her brow for a moment as she thought back on it, "A-Almost half a Turn now...." She tried to remember what season it had been when she had left the weaverhall, but it was confusing since everything had happened so fast. But yes, it had been just as the cold season was setting in. She shook her head at his half apology, "Oh, d-don't worry about it, c-candidates come and go all the time." She smiled again, hoping that she wouldn't be asked to leave any time soon. She knew that she had stood through several hatchings already, but hopefully she would impress before she grew too old to stand. Now that she had experience Weyr life, she didn't feel all that inclined to go back to the weaverhall....

Terisa smiled a bit and nodded, laughing as the little flit added her opinion as well. Her hands were still absently straightening pages, and for the most part her eyes were still skimming the tops of them and putting dates in the correct order, but her focus was mostly in C'mor's direction and her ears were listening closely to his words. She liked talking to people once she got past the terrifying stage of trying to find out if they wanted to talk to her as well. Her shyness was mostly due to fear of rejection, but once that got swept out of the way by someone's friendliness, she generally did all right. She certainly was rarely overly talkative, except when weaving was the topic, but not stuttering every word was certainly an improvement to be noted.

She nodded as he answered her returned question, grateful that he continued on after that remark. It was much easier for her to straighten papers and actively listen, with the occasional prompting question thrown in. "Yes, growing up around dragons must have been wonderful." A slightly dreamy look came over Terisa's features as she looked up from the stack she had been organizing, and then laughed at the mention of being curious about hold life, "It's really nothing all that special, I p-promise. P-pretty much the same chores as weyrbrats, but without the excitement of d-dragons."