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"Gorram flyin' morons, flittin' 'bout like they're sharding flitters- Hand t'mah forge I'll beat their heads in iffen they come near me-" Clearly, not everyone in Malvern was a cheerful person. With all of the outside riders here, one candidate in particular was not having a lot of fun. It didn't help that the whole flight had happened, and there'd been a lot of testosterone in the air. Now, Rene was just as manly as the next guy, but come on. That had been very unnecessary.

Who even knew what she was currently snarling about under her breath as she stalked about. Not that Rene needed a reason to be angry with something. A lot of the anger was bluffing, and she always seemed to be bluffing.

The short haired girl walked into the lower caverns and sat down with a huff at a table. She pillowed her hands on her arms and glared at nothing in particular. Rene, you were pouting, and it was nothing short of adorable.

Whatever typically broody thoughts that Rene was thinking of were interupted when some strange girl sat down by her. Rene sat up abruptly, looking towards the candidate. First impressions were everything, it was said. The smith girl rarely gave a good first impression. Typically angry, with short hair and a scowling face. And this girl that was blithely sitting down? She seemed the typical girly girl sort. Was she sitting to gossip, or just to be friendly?

"What're you on about?"

Whatever the cause for her sitting down, the chances of Rene being polite to her were about the same as another White hatching at Benden. Or, as their luck had been going lately, another Queen hatching at Benden. Rene watched the girl with a rather guarded look on her face and a very unwelcoming sort of posture.

The smith girl smirked a bit when the other girl's expression wilted. There, that'd teach you to talk to strangers in bad moods, wouldn't it? Of course, this girl had to be one of those that bounced back and started chattering again. Sometimes, she could get people to leave her alone at first greeting. Those were good times.

Ah, but this was not to be one of them. She'd just have to deal with it. She slid her hand over the table to grip the other girl's, not gently but not meaning to injure. "Not really, but you're already here." She said dryly to the cheerful girl. "M'Rene. You onna them Weyr kids, or another holder?"

If she was a Weyr kid, she likely wasn't going to gossip about hair. If she was a holder girl, then she'd likely start gossiping about girly things and that would annoy Rene to no end.

"Mmm." A Weyrkid, huh? Well, they were sometimes better than the holder girls, and sometimes worse. All depends. This one seemed fairly honest. S'long as she was't one of those girls what were proud of sleeping with every rider and his brother.

"Mmhm. Got dragged up bout... Half a turn ago? My Pa's at Namor Hold. So I don't know too much 'bout you Weyrfolk types, 'cept what I hear in rumor." She leaned her elbows on the table, looking towards the girl. Hmmm. To be bluntly honest, or to be... Oh, like that was even an option.

"So, that whole 'flyin' an' everyone beddin' each other thing', that happen often? Cuz I was just startin' t'think the rumors were just Ladies' cryin' tails."

"Searchin' warn't so neat. The flight, though... That was neat." Rene admitted. "Dunno if you all get t'fly whenever you want, but we don't get ta." That had been the best part. Having her Father watch her with pride, feeling the warm dragon beneath her, hearing the bugle as he launched himself into the air, the fearful feeling of Between-!

"S'pose some are. Da ain't so much. I mean, he takes his craft serious, but who wouldn't be? But he was workin' on teachin' me. Made some folks pretty mad, but we don't care none."

Great. So she'd have to listen to that a few times per year? Wonderful. "Mmmph. Suppose I'll get used to all of that crackdust if I stay here, huh?"

"Mmm. Kinda sad, then, watchin them all fly off and leavin' us behind." Rene picked at her teeth, eyeing the younger girl. She didn't seem that bad. Wasn't telling Rene to be more of a lady, or being aghast at her choices in words and speech patterns. Perhaps weyrkids weren't that bad after all.

"Smithin'. Da were teachin' me. S'pose I mighta went to th'hall iffen he wanted." Rene shifted slightly, leaning a bit towards the weyrborn girl. She extended her hand again, fingers splayed apart, proudly displaying the scars and burns she'd gotten during her life. "Fair 'nuff at it, I reckon. Da never bitched at me."

Rene grimaced a bit. Ehn. "They all do that flyin' shite? Tha'd take gettin' used to..."