Tilarekna - Tuesday, November 14, 2000, 10:18 AM
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Candidate Barracks
Serviceable, this low-ceiling'd room runs right and left from the heavy
 canvas curtains that function as a door:  relatively bare of
 ornamentation, tidy glows light the few worn tapestries that adorn the
 walls and depict a variety of dragons in flight or at rest. But it is the
 cots, lots and lots of cots, that distinguish this room from the others,
 their blue or black coverlets tucked neatly over relatively fresh rushes.
Candidate's haven, this is their escape from the bustling world of chores
 and Weyr; visitors are welcome if invited.
Resting atop the doorframe are Rydia, Leannan, Butterfly, Rei, and Kya.
You see Name Board, Oren's Lecherous Lounge of Lu-uvvv., Gideon's Cot,
 Gideon's rucksack, Gideon's Welcome Sign (OOC), Slippa's Cot, Tilarekna's
 Cot, Lea's Rebelliously Corrupt Corner, Reka's Centermost Purple Cot,
 Sasha's Cot, and Sraine's Cot here.
You notice Slippa and Oren asleep here.
Sasha is here.
Obvious exits:
Caverns

Sasha
Elfin is the only word that can describe this young woman. Her tousled
 hair, once short and boyish has been allowed to grow until it cascades in
 long curly layers, as dark as klah at midnight, around and below her
 shoulders, Lashes as dark as her hair, are long and accentuate startlingly
 large brown eyes, which are dance with fire and mischief. Standing at a
 petite 5'3, her body is lithe and slim, with a tiny waist and warmly
 tanned skin. She is as agile as a cat and her limbs are taut and strong.
 Her once untrusting 'hands-off' demeanor, developed over years of 
 ill-treatment has slowly vanished and she now radiates an air of calm, but
 determined contentment.
Black weyrhide pants, cut well to show off her slim legs, are tucked into
 black ankle boots. A man's shirt, also black, with the sleeves rolled up,
 is belted around her slim waist, with a wide leather belt decorated with a
 deep, red, enamelled metal buckle in the shape of a firelizard in flight.
 Her shirt is unbuttoned, revealing an unusually worked chain made of
 antique gold, around her neck.  Sasha wears Sasha's Listening Tube around
 her neck.
Sasha is wearing the knot denoting her status as a Healer Apprentice.
She is awake and looks alert.
Sasha is 20 Turns, 3 months, and 15 days old.

Sasha grins. "I thought since we are going to be in close quarters for
 the next few weeks, I should introduce myself. I'm Sasha." she holds out
 her hand in greeting.

Blinking, the slightly unsure expression lingering in her eyes,
 Tilarekna extends her own hand, accepting Sasha's. "Well met, Sasha," she
 smiles, shaking the other's hand firmly. "I'm Tilarekna.. But, well..
 That's a mouthful at the best of times. "Just calll me Reka. Or Rekna. or
 Tilar. Or Tilly, or Til, or Leka. But don't call me Rekky, or I'll break
 yer nose.." A very cheerful wink is added with that last part. She
 wouldn't really do that... Would she?

Sasha looks at the slightly taller girl and smiles. "You could try..." she
 answers in a mischievous tone, which suggests that she has been in a fair
 few fights in her time....."Well met, Reka."

Tilarekna grins right back, releasing the other's hand, before dropping
 back down on the edge of her cot. "This is all..." she waves one hand,
 managning to convey both amazement, dismay and more than a little
 disorientation in that one guesture.

Sasha laughs, with a cynical look in her eye. "Yeah...I felt like that the
 first time. Too cynical now....if you need any help, i've been there
 before...." she tails off disappointment tangible in her voice.

Tilarekna grins again, and gives a little shrug. "Oh, I've done this
 before.." she comments cheerfully. "Just.. not here.. and it was rather
 unexpected.." Her giggle indicates her amusement at the memory of being
 snatched away by Lis...

Sasha grins. "Oh good! another old hand! this could be fun then!"

Tilarekna nods, catching some excitement. "Definately. We can show all the
 new commers to search the ropes.." 

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