"I.... What was that?" Her eyes widened with fear, her heart beat quickening.

"Where did you come? How long have you been here? What color do you hope to Impress?" He was infuriating, Yiyu decided on the spot.

"But what if you did?" she protested, wanting to strangle him in a very un-Yiyu like fashion.

Yiyu blinked. She thought much the same way sometimes. Her hands clasped in front of her, a nervous gesture, even as she murmured, "They picked me to come here. I believe that means we're worhy each i

The extent of Yiyu's personable nature was exhausted. She simply shook her head and resumed ehr book, deciding she was beating her head against a stone wall.

"Friend of yours?" Yiyu queried softly, studying the graceful animal.

OOC: I'm leaving this one here. Shall we grab a new thread with this pair? they're quiet lovely.

Yiyu was now three sevendays in the Weyr. Things seemed to be changing daily for her, with her, as she made more and more friends. She would never be more than introverted, but she was finding she cou

Yiyu dared to open her dark brown eyes, focusing on the brownrider. She gave him a shakey smile, wiping fruitlessly at her face as water dripped. She shifted, aware of how very wet she was. "I....I'm

Rising early wasn't anything new to Yiyu. But the sight of a mighty bronze in the Weyrbowl just behind his rider was. She dithered for a moment, watching as a group began to gather around the kneeling

"It's fine, really," she promised, though part of her wondered if she'd be excused from her next class to change. Her glance found the brown and she smiled. "He's gorgeous."

Erena hunched over her latest endeavor, tongue caught between her teeth and eyes scarcely seeing where she was. When she wrote, she could escape, go to wonderful places and meet daring people, be anyo

Larenne woke before dawn, as she had for the past several Turns. Rising and dressing, she listened to her wher scuffle out into the bowl, anticipating her readiness. She stepped out into the darkness,

Larenne returned his cheerful greeting with one of her own, hand raised to rest on Larensk neck, stilling him gin hte midst of his ground-eating trot. She never got enough of the trio she now studied

Her smile widened. "Great. I think I'd marry the craft if I could. It's certainly more rewarding than any relationship I've ever entertained." Pausing, she thought of her sister. She who was lost to h

"Is it wrong that he listens only to me? If you were to order, or even ask, he would not be so accomodating."

Relief flashed in her eyes, replaced by warmth for the older wherhandler. She glanced at Ziya and smiled. "She is quite beautiful," she complemented, scritching Larensk head so he didn't feel left out

The dining hall had faded away, so that when the woman spoke, Erena jolted and dropped her pencil. She glanced up, swallowing hard as she recognized the woman and her rank knots. "I was writing a stor

"Impression Day," she said, flashing a wicked grin the older woman's way. Unabashedly now, she shoved the papers towards her and leaned back, looking thoughtful. "When I write, I dream. Sometimes thos

"What is it like," she asked curiously, "to have three, one of them a Queen?"