16.Mar.12, 06:49 PM
Breccan was altogether too not-busy today. The small garden she'd established was thriving, and any further attention would probably serve to perversely kill the cuttings that were doing just fine on their own. Her chores were done and done again, and she was sure if anyone saw her in the Craft Hall again she'd be beaten just to get the other crafters a little time to themselves. She had no real friends to speak of, and no idea where to find those few she did know, so she was stretched on her bed, feeling sorry for herself and triple-checking a few bundles of dried herbs she'd managed to hang from the roof of the hut. But mostly feeling sorry for herself.
The knock startled her, and she stared at the closed door. Who could possibly want her? The Clutch couldn't possibly be Hatching, not so early, there wasn't a lesson today, and her chores were satisfactorily completed. A little irritated, though she could hardly object to being interrupted from doing nothing, she got up, tugged her shirt straight, and took the few steps to open the door. The woman who stood there looked vaguely familiar, but no more than that.
Thankfully, some instinct kept her mouth from opening and demanding to know what this stranger wanted. Why was this woman familiar? It was no one she had treated, nor another Healer. She remembered her from something related to her Candidacy, almost surely, but....oh Faranth, this was Tsuen. Her grey eyes widened, and she wished distractedly that she'd at least attempted to straighten up the long horse's tail of blonde hair she'd been laying on. "Weyrwoman," she said levelly, trying to sound both respectful and imply a question and probably faililng at both. Did one simply ask what on Pern the Weyrwoman was doing at their door, or did you just jump up and click your heels, or put your forehead to the floor in obeisance?
She stood there awkwardly, one foot lifting to tuck itself against her opposite ankle. "Would you like to come in?" she offered, though she had no idea what Tsuen could possibly want that was in her room, "Or is there something I could do for you?" Perhaps this was some sort of Healing request, but surely there'd be a little more urgency to it if there was, and she hardly knew what she could do anyway. Talian was the emergency expert, and Lymsleia more suited if Tsuen had a concern about her advancing pregnancy. Breccan just knew plants.
The knock startled her, and she stared at the closed door. Who could possibly want her? The Clutch couldn't possibly be Hatching, not so early, there wasn't a lesson today, and her chores were satisfactorily completed. A little irritated, though she could hardly object to being interrupted from doing nothing, she got up, tugged her shirt straight, and took the few steps to open the door. The woman who stood there looked vaguely familiar, but no more than that.
Thankfully, some instinct kept her mouth from opening and demanding to know what this stranger wanted. Why was this woman familiar? It was no one she had treated, nor another Healer. She remembered her from something related to her Candidacy, almost surely, but....oh Faranth, this was Tsuen. Her grey eyes widened, and she wished distractedly that she'd at least attempted to straighten up the long horse's tail of blonde hair she'd been laying on. "Weyrwoman," she said levelly, trying to sound both respectful and imply a question and probably faililng at both. Did one simply ask what on Pern the Weyrwoman was doing at their door, or did you just jump up and click your heels, or put your forehead to the floor in obeisance?
She stood there awkwardly, one foot lifting to tuck itself against her opposite ankle. "Would you like to come in?" she offered, though she had no idea what Tsuen could possibly want that was in her room, "Or is there something I could do for you?" Perhaps this was some sort of Healing request, but surely there'd be a little more urgency to it if there was, and she hardly knew what she could do anyway. Talian was the emergency expert, and Lymsleia more suited if Tsuen had a concern about her advancing pregnancy. Breccan just knew plants.