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[justify]It was... well, it was a little bit strange, to say the very least, to be waking up in barracks now instead of the lodgings that she was given when she traveled from place to place. It was also kind of odd to get used to having a set schedule, instead of the spontaneous one that she had lived off of for seven years as a Journeyman. Yet, unlike others that were bitter and hated the Weyr for it, Tiani was actually interested to be here. For a long time, she had thought that dragons and their riders were long gone, especially when the expedition had found nothing when they went to the South. Yet here she was now, in Katila Weyr. She couldn't help but wonder if her Uncle was hidden here somewhere, or if his dragon had died in the depressing plague. She had heard stories about riders who lost their dragons, and she didn't know if the man could survive something like that. She could hope, though, and so that was what she was going to do.

Since her Craft was so useful to have readily available, a lot of Tiani's time was spent in the infirmary while she helped out others with cuts and burns, who happened to mostly be Weyrlings and the newer dragon riders. They were all so nice, and thankful that she could help them out, and she was glad to be of help. A place like this needed her, she felt, and as a Candidate or not, she took it upon herself to help in the Infirmary as well as do the Chores asked of her. Tiani was a doer, and there was no stopping her when she got going, but by the end of the day her feet were always dragging. She would trudge through the day, though, and as long as she somehow made a difference... well, maybe that was all that mattered.

Nevertheless, it was still quite odd waking up in the Barracks, with the same people from day to day, and a set schedule to follow. It was a nice change, she though, as she got up and got dressed. The others that were around her seemed to ignore her. She guessed that they had learned, by now, they she was not a morning person, and she would much prefer to be left alone for the first few hours of the day. Those were the hours that she normally found out what her chores were, she would mumble her way through them, and then head off to the Infirmary to see what was needed.

Out of habit, Tiani was scrubbing her hands clean before she even went to the Infirmary, making sure that her hands were clean and as germ free as they possibly could be. She didn't need to make a bad impression on the residents of the Weyr when she had just gotten there, especially since she had no idea how to get back to Fort Hold when they didn't want her anymore. While she assumed that day would never come, she still had that doubt lingering in the back of her mind.

While she was arranging the herbs in the cabinet alphabetically, she heard footsteps from somewhere behind her. Tiani didn't turn to see who it was, or what they wanted, she merely asked, "Can I help you with something?" It felt like whoever it was was staring at her expectantly, but they had a voice. They could use it.[/justify]