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21.Jan.12, 12:12 PM
Unlike most of the other Candidates, Tiani was raised perhaps a little bit different; at least, different enough to have a different opinion on dragon riders. She had been born before the plague, she had a family member who was a dragon rider who had gone missing when the dragon riders were banished to the South. Instead, she had a small glimmer of hope somewhere in the back of her head that maybe at some point she would find him here. Tiani hadn't been here long enough to have time by herself in order to find him, or even have a moment to ask any of the other Riders. It a miracle that after all this time, she could still remember his name. S'ney, a name very similar to her father's before he graduated as a Weyrling. That was probably the only reason that she happened to know it, because he was more often than not situated in Telgar Weyr. Tiani was too young to be travelling there before the Plague had hit. Now she was just curious; curious as to what had happened to him, and a little bit curious as to why she was here.
Still, Tiani had to admit that it was kind of nice to have only one place to be. Her Runner was missing, probably wild by now, but at least she had a roof over her head for an extended period of time. Having no clue what was in store for her at Katila Weyr, Tiani just decided to keep herself busy instead. That was one of the reasons that she happened to be in the Healer's Hall at that moment, obsessively alphabetizing the herbs in the cabinet, and making a list of what they had and what they could make with it. Oh, and she also made a mental note of what other herbs they would need, just in case someone got an ailment that the herbs they currently had wouldn't cover. She had a feeling that they wouldn't take her seriously, though, and would probably just leave the little note unsigned and leave it in the cabinet itself. If there was one advantage that she had, it was that they had no idea what her handwriting looked like.
While Tiani had heard a little giggle from somewhere behind her, she had turned briefly to look, and found instead an empty doorway with no fleeting shadows. She furrowed her eyebrows for a moment as she leaned to write something down, using the flat surface of a nearby bedside table to write on. She scribbled down her notes, and she scribbled them down fast, and she left it unsigned and stood back up to her taller height of five foot ten. If there was one thing that she would change about herself, it probably would have been her height. She was a whole head taller than most other women, and it made her stick out like a sore thumb. She had to get clothes that would suit her height (that weren't men's clothes), and normally they were made by her mother. Now that she had stuck here, though...Well, things didn't look so promising. She had been handed a plain white robe and sandals. That was it.
No sooner than she had put the note inside the cabinet and closed it, a familiar voice had come from somewhere behind her that caused her to jump slightly, and she swore her heard might have stopped for a moment. To go from a giggling Weyrbrat - at least, she assumed that was who made that noise - to the deep voice of the greenrider... Well, it sure as hell was both startling and confusing. Tiani turned to stare at him finally, wondering why he needed to exclaim things so early on in the day, especially when there really was no other noise to help balance it out. "Good morning, B'jin," she returned, hopefully recalling his name correctly. It's not like you could forget a kidnapper's name, though, right? Maybe she could even relate all of this to Stockholm Syndrome, had she ever known a damn thing about it.
"Well, aside from a near heart attack, I'm faring well as I can," she said with a mild shrug of her shoulders, turning to face him fully now. "And yourself?" she asked him out of common courtesy, if only because she didn't feel like hearing people blabber on about respect and all of that. What they had to realize was that she came from a world where dragons and their riders no longer existed, and those traditions were no longer practiced. They had whers, that was about it.
At the moment, though, it seemed that B'jin wasn't going to have to deal with someone throwing themselves at him in a fit of rage mixed with a dash of depression. Tiani didn't feel depressed, and she wasn't terribly angry. She was a bit said knowing that she would probably never see her parents again, and that they would never know what happened to her... but she felt it safe to assume that everyone else in the Weyr had suffered similar fates. "What are you doing in here so early?" she asked, raising her eyebrows in question. "As I hear it, you're not very fond of the Healer Hall or the Healers in general," she said with a small grin. She had no idea why, because she never really felt the need to ask, but she did find it quite humorous.
Still, Tiani had to admit that it was kind of nice to have only one place to be. Her Runner was missing, probably wild by now, but at least she had a roof over her head for an extended period of time. Having no clue what was in store for her at Katila Weyr, Tiani just decided to keep herself busy instead. That was one of the reasons that she happened to be in the Healer's Hall at that moment, obsessively alphabetizing the herbs in the cabinet, and making a list of what they had and what they could make with it. Oh, and she also made a mental note of what other herbs they would need, just in case someone got an ailment that the herbs they currently had wouldn't cover. She had a feeling that they wouldn't take her seriously, though, and would probably just leave the little note unsigned and leave it in the cabinet itself. If there was one advantage that she had, it was that they had no idea what her handwriting looked like.
While Tiani had heard a little giggle from somewhere behind her, she had turned briefly to look, and found instead an empty doorway with no fleeting shadows. She furrowed her eyebrows for a moment as she leaned to write something down, using the flat surface of a nearby bedside table to write on. She scribbled down her notes, and she scribbled them down fast, and she left it unsigned and stood back up to her taller height of five foot ten. If there was one thing that she would change about herself, it probably would have been her height. She was a whole head taller than most other women, and it made her stick out like a sore thumb. She had to get clothes that would suit her height (that weren't men's clothes), and normally they were made by her mother. Now that she had stuck here, though...Well, things didn't look so promising. She had been handed a plain white robe and sandals. That was it.
No sooner than she had put the note inside the cabinet and closed it, a familiar voice had come from somewhere behind her that caused her to jump slightly, and she swore her heard might have stopped for a moment. To go from a giggling Weyrbrat - at least, she assumed that was who made that noise - to the deep voice of the greenrider... Well, it sure as hell was both startling and confusing. Tiani turned to stare at him finally, wondering why he needed to exclaim things so early on in the day, especially when there really was no other noise to help balance it out. "Good morning, B'jin," she returned, hopefully recalling his name correctly. It's not like you could forget a kidnapper's name, though, right? Maybe she could even relate all of this to Stockholm Syndrome, had she ever known a damn thing about it.
"Well, aside from a near heart attack, I'm faring well as I can," she said with a mild shrug of her shoulders, turning to face him fully now. "And yourself?" she asked him out of common courtesy, if only because she didn't feel like hearing people blabber on about respect and all of that. What they had to realize was that she came from a world where dragons and their riders no longer existed, and those traditions were no longer practiced. They had whers, that was about it.
At the moment, though, it seemed that B'jin wasn't going to have to deal with someone throwing themselves at him in a fit of rage mixed with a dash of depression. Tiani didn't feel depressed, and she wasn't terribly angry. She was a bit said knowing that she would probably never see her parents again, and that they would never know what happened to her... but she felt it safe to assume that everyone else in the Weyr had suffered similar fates. "What are you doing in here so early?" she asked, raising her eyebrows in question. "As I hear it, you're not very fond of the Healer Hall or the Healers in general," she said with a small grin. She had no idea why, because she never really felt the need to ask, but she did find it quite humorous.
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