<font size=3 face=perpetua color=01AA55>{..settling in..} -- Xanta Weyrling Barracks

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Date Posted: 06:20:25 04/14/02 Sun
Author: meaven
Author Host/IP: 64.0.99.233
Subject: {..settling in..}

Meaven saw no one else in the Weyrling Barracks as she entered. This was to her advantage, she saw immediately. Even though she was a Lord Holder's eldest daughter, Meaven had always joined in the mock-fights over the best cots. Meaven peered into each little room in the female section, before choosing one.

Meaven dumped her things onto the bed messily. Roaming around the small room, Meaven filed the information in her mind, so she could write Jerry, her little brother, about it. A small window in the left wall, a medium-sized bed, and a small jutting piece of some substance that Meaven didn't recognize. A smile burst onto Meaven's face. The out-crop would do as a little desk, for various papers and ballads the Hold's Harper had given her to practice. She dived into her bag, taking out the sheets of paper, the only things not shoved in there. She arranged them in a fan, ballads and writings on top, to clean sheets on the bottom.

Meaven wrinkled her nose slightly at the wrinkles in her extra clothes. She hadn't had time to truly pack her things correctly, as she had been taught. Sighing, Meaven turned the pack upside-down, clothes falling in a colorful pattern on the bed. Meaven took each piece apart and slowly began folding them neatly, a task that could take up to a candle-mark.

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{..pain..} -- meaven, 06:35:11 04/14/02 Sun