16.May.12, 09:59 PM
The sound of woodworking and the sound of a hall springing to life. Lymsleia had forgotten what it was like to be back in the Weyr even though she'd been back for a few weeks. She breathed through he nose. This was winter in the South? Not a speck of snow- though she was from Ista, they didn't get snow- unless it was really unusual.
The sound of someone working reminded her her fishing. The one chore she sucked at. "EXcuse me?' she called out politely to the hall at large unsure if anyone was in this early. Lymselia leaned on the door way a moment. "Anyone in quiet this early?" she tried to keep her voice low. Her skills as a healer, should be needed if no one got hurt.
The sound of someone working reminded her her fishing. The one chore she sucked at. "EXcuse me?' she called out politely to the hall at large unsure if anyone was in this early. Lymselia leaned on the door way a moment. "Anyone in quiet this early?" she tried to keep her voice low. Her skills as a healer, should be needed if no one got hurt.