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T'rel and Tyalith and Mishaath all couldn't be wrong, right? Tyila had settled into the weyr fairly well, she and her green were both working well at putting on weight and bringing their level of training and education up to match that demanded by the weyr. They'd survived every threadfall they'd been allowed to fly (and only been scolded a few times) and she had started to even learn the names of her wingmates.

Of course, her weyrmate had reassured her, she needed real friends too. Actual friends. Other than just him and their dragons, that was. The whole idea was almost terrifying to the timid young woman, but this was her home now, and her life. She was part of the weyr. That meant making connections and bonds and...and of course it wouldn't be anything like the 'friends' she'd had when she was holdless. People here were much nicer. Some were still very firm and even scary, but they all followed the rules, and none really scared her they way the exiles had.

Mishaath had told her several times that Kath was very nice, and not at all very big, and that her rider was very nice too. So it was that Tyila had posted up near the entrance to the dining hall, hands wringing in an continuous unconscious gesture of nerves, to keep watch for her. Another green rider, if she was nice, sounded like just the sort of friend she needed. Now, oh! If only she knew what she looked like!

Tyila was content, more than content even, to linger in the shadow of the arch to the dining hall. Each passing moment made her debate fleeing back to her and T'rel's weyr, but Mishaath continued to prod and poke her into staying. She'd been in the middle of a quiet mental debate with the green when a voice startled her, making her actually jump slightly, and shrink back towards the wall before she realized who was talking, and why.

"O-oh, you're, uhm, you're Seikih?" She fumbled, the urge to wring her hands in embarrassment at war with the expectation to offer a hand to shake. Thankfully the other woman seemed to have a similar...issue...which actually soothed the nervous rider's nerves somewhat. She let her fingers twist and lace, wringing nervously indeed but without some of her usual self-consciousness about it. Mishaath, she was already thinking, had perhaps been right about Kath's rider.

"Yes, well, Mishaath knows K-kath it seems, and she and T'rel are trying to have me make friends...Sorry if they made you go out of your way." What if she had? Tyila hadn't thought of that! Maybe she should just let her be on her way?

Tyilamine, you're fine! She was probably just gonna go eat so maybe you should go with her! Kath is nice and her rider will be too, come on then mine, pleeeease?

How could Tyila disappoint her sweet green? She couldn't, at all, that was the thing. "H-have you been here long? Oh, at High Reaches I mean, not h-here, at the, the dining hall..."