Sehrael had never been inside the Weyr before. She had not been properly prepared for how big it would be. Practically unlimited room compared to what she was used to. Sleeping in a traveling wagon had nothing on this."Heyla," Raelah answered back, looking up from what she had been
doing. Namely, oiling the pair of green flits draped across her.
Cecin was draped over her shoulders, her freshly oiled hide gleaming
like a jewel, while Celon was stretched across her lap, in the process
of being oiled. Both greens looked up at Sehrael with curiosity. So
did Raelah, for that matter.
"I don't recall seeing you around before. Just Searched?" Raelah asked.
"Life is NOT a journey to the grave with the goal of arriving safely
in a prettily preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways in a
shower of gravel and party shards, thoroughly used, utterly exhausted,
and loudly proclaiming: "F*** ME, that Rocked!!" -unknown