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After buying new clothes for herself at the gather, Iafri had proceeded to...not wear them, because she was afraid of getting them dirty or otherwise ruining them somehow. The girl was far from a 'clean freak,' but she'd never spent money on clothes before - shards, she'd never really had money to spend before coming to the Weyr - and so she was loathe to let anything happen to them. So, instead of wearing them, she'd just stashed them in her weyr, and occasionally took them out to admire them.

Girofleth found this charming for a couple of days, but once it became clear that her rider was really going to continue wearing her disreputable old clothes at all times despite having better ones, it was time to insist that she wear her new ones. And, after some gentle persuasion by her dragon, wear them she did. Rather than feeling pretty or some other such thing, however, she just felt awkward. Nice clothes weren't meant for people like her, she thought, and there was no getting around it.

By most people's standards, the clothes weren't even especially nice, but average. Normal. Even the most expensive piece, the bodice, was still relatively simple, if well-made. To Iafri, though, it all seemed excessive, and she pulled anxiously at the edges and laces of the bits of her outfit as she set off toward the kitchens in search of lunch.

You look wonderful, Girofleth sent, brimming with encouragement as always. While she wasn't concerned with her rider's appearance, as such, Iafri's self-confidence (or lack thereof) and self-image could use all the help they could get. If that meant new clothes, so be it!

Iafri was, ordinarily, quite attentive to her surroundings; ordinarily, however, she wasn't busy fussing with and fretting over her clothes. And so it was that, when her new boots inevitably tripped her up, she tripped right into a certain Junior Weyrwoman who happened to ride the dragon who had clutched hers - and who, by virtue of being a dragonrider, a high-ranking dragonrider, an almost complete stranger, and the person she'd just bumped into, was pretty much terrifying.

The little greenrider jumped back with a squeak, stammering a quick and barely intelligible apology, "I'ms-sorryIdidn'tmeanto!"

"I'm sorry!" she repeated, shrinking back further when snapped at. Of course, of course the goldrider was right, she should have been watching. It was stupid of her, clumsy, and now she was going to be in trouble. Iafri twisted her hands anxiously and stared hard at the ground, sure that she was about to get what she deserved-

Stop, Girofleth interrupted her thoughts with unusual force. It was an accident. You are not going to get in trouble. Look up, apologize properly, and everything will be fine.

"I'm sorry, W-Weyrwoman," Iafri said slowly, gaze creeping up but never reaching Kindra's eyes. "It...it won't happen again. A-are you okay?"