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02.Oct.18, 07:13 PM
Tala was lost. Which was rather embarrassing, considering she’d lived in Telgar for nearly a turn when the dragonriders first returned North, but there she was. She’d never had a particularly good sense of direction anyway, and it had been a while. All she’d wanted to do was scope out the bathing rooms to use while in Telgar for the Hatching, see if there were some extra nice ones tucked away somewhere, and now she couldn’t find the way back to…well, anywhere she recognized.
She had in fact succeeded in finding several bathing rooms much nicer than the ones near the Candidate Barracks — no real surprise there. Candidate areas were never overly nice in comparison to areas meant for proper dragonriders. And they were always so crowded. Tala rarely managed to have a bath with no one else around. Not that she was body shy, but sometimes you just wanted to soak in hot water and block out the rest of the world, which was made much harder by gossiping teens a few feet away. There had been a very small one she’d found on an upper level of the Weyr, remote and guaranteed for privacy, which she planned on using. Of course, she was having second thoughts about that since she couldn't even get back to the barracks.
Sighing, Tala reached the end of the hallway and frowned, glancing down the left hallway, then the right. They didn’t look distinct at all to her, and she couldn’t guess where they led. After a few moments standing indecisively at the junction, twirling her hair around a finger, Tala started towards the left. There was a thing where if you always went the same way you’d eventually get somewhere, right?
The left hand path didn’t lead her somewhere she knew, but it did lead to someone she knew. Well, a little. Tala recognized the woman as a fellow Candidate, and remembered her name — she may have been garbage with directions, but she knew names and faces. And, if her memory was serving her well for once, Vessaelia lived in Telgar, which meant she would know her way around, right?
“Vessaelia!” Tala called out, walking towards the other woman, “Hi, I somehow managed to get very lost, I was hoping you could help me get back to the Candidate barracks?” she asked, smiling hopefully at Vessaelia.
She had in fact succeeded in finding several bathing rooms much nicer than the ones near the Candidate Barracks — no real surprise there. Candidate areas were never overly nice in comparison to areas meant for proper dragonriders. And they were always so crowded. Tala rarely managed to have a bath with no one else around. Not that she was body shy, but sometimes you just wanted to soak in hot water and block out the rest of the world, which was made much harder by gossiping teens a few feet away. There had been a very small one she’d found on an upper level of the Weyr, remote and guaranteed for privacy, which she planned on using. Of course, she was having second thoughts about that since she couldn't even get back to the barracks.
Sighing, Tala reached the end of the hallway and frowned, glancing down the left hallway, then the right. They didn’t look distinct at all to her, and she couldn’t guess where they led. After a few moments standing indecisively at the junction, twirling her hair around a finger, Tala started towards the left. There was a thing where if you always went the same way you’d eventually get somewhere, right?
The left hand path didn’t lead her somewhere she knew, but it did lead to someone she knew. Well, a little. Tala recognized the woman as a fellow Candidate, and remembered her name — she may have been garbage with directions, but she knew names and faces. And, if her memory was serving her well for once, Vessaelia lived in Telgar, which meant she would know her way around, right?
“Vessaelia!” Tala called out, walking towards the other woman, “Hi, I somehow managed to get very lost, I was hoping you could help me get back to the Candidate barracks?” she asked, smiling hopefully at Vessaelia.
