The next weyr is dimly lit, and a cross breeze comes in through the entrance. It's a tad larger than most dragon weyrs, but it no longer seems vacant, dark, and cold as it once did.. The couch to the right is no longer bare, but quite worn.. A dark green curtain seperates the dragon chamber from the living cavern, and a warm light shines around the edges.

You step up to the curtain and pull it back with one hand. It's a fairly small weyr. A hearth sits at one corner, with a girl sitting next to it. She's sitting on the floor, and has her knees pulled up with a small notepad sitting on them. She has short brown hair that clings to her face around her chin. Her linguid blue eyes stare at the notepad, looking up every few minutes to a firelizard posing not far away. Her darkly tanned skin is smudged with traces of ash and charcoal from the fireplace and the writing pencils sitting beside her.

"Hold still, Vega. Why are you so jittery?" She gives the brown an annoyed look, and when he looks towards you she turns her head. You step out of the shadows of the curtains. She doesn't jump as most of the inhabitants of the Weyr seem to at the entrance of someone. Instead, she sets her notepad and pencils off to the side, and stands up slowly, brushing off her shorts.

"Sorry for my appearance. I've been working with Weyr Dragonhealer Sirry, and I don't usually change until after evening meal and Rhianuuth's bath. I've been working all day, and they missed my weyr when the drudges were refilling the glows." She is a tall young woman, with a strong frame. She has a fairly pretty face, but her jaw is too stern. She has little figure, and her shoulders are squared off. A blue firelizard chirps at you from next to the brown, and you waggle your fingers at him with a grin.

"The brown is Vega, and the blue is Tauri. My name is Nire, and if you couldn't tell I'm a Dragonhealer." She notices your eyes looking around the weyr curiously and she continues. "Actually, I'm a Dragonrider now. I've Impressed a gold at Gallimim Weyr, you see." She smiles warmly. "My mother didn't like the idea much. She said that since I was a Journeywoman I shouldn't give up all of my hard work. I needed some change though, my life has always been the same. I've studied since I was young, always done what Sirry and the other Masters had told me, and to put it plainly, I was tired."

She pulls a chair out for you, the only one in the dim room, and then seats herself on the bed. She crosses her legs in front of her, and the two firelizards sit down next to her. "So here I am. I guess I'm slightly out of my element, but it's something I'd like to get used to. Being a dragonrider is quite a bit hard, and being a Candidate and a Dragonhealer at the same time was absolutely horrible. I don't know how L'remi ever stood being a Candidate and Dragonhealer at one time." She smiles, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

"I'm afraid I don't have much to entertain you with, visitor. My pictures aren't anything to brag of, and the light wouldn't earn them the little bit of artistry they warrant." You watch her for a moment, and then ask a bit into her history. "Well, my mother is a Dragonhealer, and a Master at that. My father was a dragonrider, and most of my siblings are scattered here and there. I'm nineteen, and have lived at the Weyr my entire life. I Impressed Rhianuuth at Turn's End. Is there anything else you'd like to know?"

She looks at you expectantly, but you cannot think of anymore questions for the present. "That's alright, I have the odd feeling I'll be here for a while." She smiles, a soft gesture despite the fact that it fails to soften her brisk features as well. Her eyes light up oddly, bringing an almost maternal look to her hard chinline. "Rhi's back. Come, you can meet her." She steps past you and the curtain, and out into the dragon cavern.

A young gold stands there, watching the two of you. "Have a nice hunt, dearling?" Nire smiles, running her hand down Rhianuuth's snout. The gold eyes you carefully, then decides that because you are with Nire you are alright for the moment. The dragon and rider exchange words, then Nire turns back to you.

"Rhi's getting hungry, so I have to take her hunting before evening meal. You're welcome to come if you like." You shake your head and she shrugs her strong, broad shoulders. "Suit yourself. If you'll excuse us then." A few moments later the two of them have disappeared from the Weyr Bowl, and you start making your way towards the next weyr.

Nire's Stats

Name: Nire
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Rank: Jwoman Dragonhealer/ Goldrider
Dragon: Gold Rhianuuth
Parents: Master Dhealer Rellyra,
deceased brownrider N'loren
Siblings: Many (scattered)
Pets: 2 firelizards- brown Vega and blue Tauri