25.Jan.12, 06:51 AM
Indivara smiled warmly at the dark skinned young woman that came towards her. Holding up a dewed glass of cool fruit juice, Indivara accepted the friendly words.
"Hello, Lymsleia." She greeted, smile still in place. A gossip of the worse degree, and with ears that could hear just about anything at all within the Weyr, Indivara knew every one, though she was aware that a lot of people had no idea who she was; she rather liked it that way, it meant she could surprise them with her knowledge, and still remain anonymous. Being eight, it wasn't hard to do. Her dark hair blended in with the mass of Katila's population, and she was young enough to be easily spied as a Katilan Born - as such, she didn't get poked or prodded about her 'life before being stolen'. That, however, didn't mean she wasn't vastly interested in the stories of those around her. The North sounded pretty amazing, as far as she was concerned, and the idea of visiting it was something she dearly hoped she would be able to do soon. She was a bit young yet, but she planned on increasing her Harper Skills (or, 'evesdropping') so she could be used as an intelligence agent for the Weyr.
But that was all Turns away, yet. For now, she simply took a glass for herself and looked towards where the Hall was very slowly being constructed. Like any large building, it was taking time. The use of dragon power, however, created a fantastic advantage, and she watched the milling blues, browns, greens and bronzes that had been assigned to the task with a fondness. She adored dragons, which was probably a good thing, considering how much negativity they were prone to receiving from those they stole from the North.
"Many splinters?" Indivara asked cheerfully. While she was a part of the construction team, she was lucky enough to be under four feet tall, and a fast runner. As such, most of her required tasks were fetching tools, fetching people, or fetching food and drink. Things she was quite happy to do.
"Hello, Lymsleia." She greeted, smile still in place. A gossip of the worse degree, and with ears that could hear just about anything at all within the Weyr, Indivara knew every one, though she was aware that a lot of people had no idea who she was; she rather liked it that way, it meant she could surprise them with her knowledge, and still remain anonymous. Being eight, it wasn't hard to do. Her dark hair blended in with the mass of Katila's population, and she was young enough to be easily spied as a Katilan Born - as such, she didn't get poked or prodded about her 'life before being stolen'. That, however, didn't mean she wasn't vastly interested in the stories of those around her. The North sounded pretty amazing, as far as she was concerned, and the idea of visiting it was something she dearly hoped she would be able to do soon. She was a bit young yet, but she planned on increasing her Harper Skills (or, 'evesdropping') so she could be used as an intelligence agent for the Weyr.
But that was all Turns away, yet. For now, she simply took a glass for herself and looked towards where the Hall was very slowly being constructed. Like any large building, it was taking time. The use of dragon power, however, created a fantastic advantage, and she watched the milling blues, browns, greens and bronzes that had been assigned to the task with a fondness. She adored dragons, which was probably a good thing, considering how much negativity they were prone to receiving from those they stole from the North.
"Many splinters?" Indivara asked cheerfully. While she was a part of the construction team, she was lucky enough to be under four feet tall, and a fast runner. As such, most of her required tasks were fetching tools, fetching people, or fetching food and drink. Things she was quite happy to do.