"Not in a bed," she pointed out, dark brows coming together so that worry lines furrowed her face. She did a quick mental inventory as well as physical. Despite all the evidence, they hadn't- "We were

"How do whers and firelizards differ from dragons?" Yiyu asked, gaze wide as she regarded the heavy toam with undisguised trepidation and some delight.

"Yes," she agreed decisively, though in her dark brown eyes lived uncertainty. Obviously, with clothes still on, they hadn't gotten up to much, but she still wondered if she'd done *something*. Shifti

What would it be like, Yiyu wondered. To have a dragon turn its luminous gaze on her and- Her heart rose, fell, rose again. "I will learn what I can with the time given me," she promised simply.

Letters. Such anonymous, innocuous things. They could carry good news, speak of recent events, even convey wishes across all Pern when handed to a runner. These particular letters were both anonymous

Yiyu's dark brown gaze steadied on the Dragonhealer and she nodded solemnly. "I understand and I'm prepared to dedicate myself for as long as we have together."

Rumors had one thing in common when they spawned in a Weyr: they spread like wildfire. Truths whispered in confidence often became the seeds of half truths, which grew into rumors that spread from per

"No no no," she swiftly shook her head. "We didn't. But..." She glanced around, a little desperately, "Will people think we did?"

"We will have," she agreed, heart sinking. She climbed to her feet, then stood there, obviously torn. "We should tell someone we fell asleep and just missed curfew. It *is* the truth."

Yiyu's glance assessed her own appearance and found it lacking. Even so, she offered him a hand up, heart pounding. What if they kicked her out? Sent her home? Could they? Would they?

Yiyu returned the favor at first, then awkwardly dropped her hands. She linked them in front of her in her familiar nervous gesture. "Maybe..." OOC: Definitely!

Yiyu hung on to his hand as the Weyrwoman's voice came to to them. She swallowed once, hard, then said into the darkness, "It's Yiyu and Garatt, Lady- Weyrwoman."

"We *were* reading," Yiyu whispered, a little desperately. "I swear, Weyrwoman."

Yiyu had not thought to find a calling here. Shards, she'd come here with no self-confidence at all. But as she rose and went to the book to fill it out as directed, she thought that disgusting or not

Yiyu returned the smile and shook her head after a moment's thought. "No, no questions. I can't wait to start."

Yiyu had never thought a kitten could be so much work. Or so much trouble. She found herself following a rambunctious streak of black across the bowl one morning, wishing they were more like canines a

Yiyu stood silent, utterly horified at the situation she'd found herself in. Her nuckels were white where she clasped her hands in front of her, her gaze lowered. If Garatt thought she'd be of *any* h

Yiyu shot the other girl a greatful look and nodded as she picked up the pace. She ducked unthinkingly into the opening, scrabling in the dark to catch a black kitten that mewed distantly. "Shards," s

Kashara wasn't wrong, Yiyu quickly realized. There was dirt inches thick on the stone floor, not to mention loose stones that nearly tripped her up. Pausing, she waited for the girl to catch up with h

"Y-yes, Weyrwoman," Yiyu admitted. "But we didn't *do* anything, I swear."