Yuhu

As you walk around the weyr, you enter one candidate's room which is clearly fairly far away from the rest, closer to the Crafters dens actually. There's a good reason for this: it's clear the candidate here is a weaver!

There is cloth, silk, thread, and the makings of a loom - which isn't put together just now - in the room. But also baskets with half-finished work, torn shirts, a dress or two hanging from open closet doors... This room's a bit of a mess! As though agreeing with your sentiments, you suddenly hear a few noises, aloof or snooty sounding chirps from the four disparate flitters nearby.

At least they aren't attacking you like the last couple things you've encountered...

"Hello?" You call, "is anyone home?"

"Over here!" Comes a muffled sounding female voice. She digs herself out from another small room, putting piles of cloth aside to walk around the rest of the junk in the room toward you. "Hi, I'm Yuhu!"

"I see you're a weaver! Did you come from the Crafthall?"

At that, her cheery face darkens down really scary. "Well, I did come from there. In fact, I was kicked out from there, I'd rather not talk about that."

"Oh! I see, I'm sorry for bringing that up. You seem... like you've got a lot of projects though. I can't imagine kicking someone out of a hall when they're this... well, active at the craft!"

She sighs, and plops down into a stuffed chair, which groans from being overloaded with other items too. The white flitter (which is simply huge compared to the others, you wonder where in the world it could have come from! and that color!) hops down to her shoulder, and she absently pets it. "Yeah I know. I'm always doing something. But I never finish anything. And, my cousin's family is in charge at that Hall - they hate me. So it was any excuse to get rid of little Yuhu, even if I sew better than most of them."

"Ah, well, that does happen sometimes. Anyway I'm here to take information about the Candidates. So... I don't know where you came from aside from the hall."

"Oh, that - I'm from a busy Hold, out south of here. Well I guess everything's south of here. Bannerwill it's called. I don't know if you'd have heard of it, anyway. But it's not small, not like this town out here under the Weyr!"

That surprises you, because the Hold here is actually, in your opinon, somewhat big! "Well I guess that's a pretty large settlement you're from then. Are all your family members crafters too?"

"Oh my no, I'm the second girl in a family of four, to one of the Lords at Bannerwill. Well, family of five, really, but we're not supposed to talk about that."

"I'm sorry?"

"My mom's ... well, she is a bit of a flirt. That came back to bite her a few years ago, I have a little half-brother but we really don't see him. He's probably going to be a Harper like his dad."

It takes all your willpower to prevent from sneezing, when another unusually colored, deeply indigo blue flitter comes flying slowly by. It has the weirdest smell - something faintly familiar.

"Oh, oh no, I'm so sorry -" Yuhu proclaims, jumping out of her seat and rushing over with a cloth. She starts dabbing your shoulder with it.

"Wh-what?" You say, startled at this, then you look and see that the flitter had been carrying something below it, apparently a twine which was coated in a fine powder or even ink. Reddish-orange lines coat your shirt.

"It'll ... well, it's a permanent ink, I'm afraid," she says, "I'm so sorry about that!"

"Oh what's life in a Weyr without a little color!" You tell her, it's not that bad, it looks a little like the white-grey shirt you've got is a bit wrinkled is all. "Don't worry about it. In fact I'm a little more worried about where he got that from!"

"Oh!" Again she bolts to another part of the room and then scolds the flit. "Bobbin! You keep doing this and I'll send you back to DragonTears!" The blue flitter seems utterly unimpressed with the threat. "That's Bobbin," she says, realizing you're writing the name of the flit down, "and the green is Verry, her brother the bronze is Neddy, and the white is Sheet."

The way she says these names, you're pretty sure that she doesn't realize how silly one or two of them sound, but then again, she might be unaware that her own name is a little silly too. You decide not to pursue that. It might really tick her off.

"Well, they're certainly interesting. And well behaved!"

"Better than some, I know, I've met some here that are simply awful about meeting new people." She says. "Anything else? I've got to get more organized."

It looks pretty hopeless for that, but you ask, "what are your goals here? Do you think you'll Impress?"

"Oh I hope so. I hope I do, even if it's a green or a gold, it would be something that I have and my cousin doesn't. Not that I wouldn't want a dragon to call my own for any other reason but I swear if I see him again... I have to have something more than I did last time. Because he's so... urrgh!" She balls up her fists. "He's a bit of a twit, just like the rest of his family. They wouldn't let me take my loom, I even offered to pay for it to be shipped here. But no, they claimed it would be of more use there. As if I hadn't use for it myself!"

"Well that's rude," you admit.

"It sure is. But I'd love to Impress, and fly far and wide. I want to see the deserts and the jungles... It's so very cold here. But it's nice by the hotsprings and with the fires in the main hall. I've hardly seen people use wood to just burn, but it burns so much more nicely than firestone does, doesn't it?"

"That's something I hadn't really even thought about," you admit. "Now that you come to say it, it is odd. But we've got a very good record for protecting our forests, and so there's wood to spare. For paper, too. I notice you have a journal, it's good to see Candidates keeping track of their lives themselves too."

"I can't imagine not having one," she says. "I've always had it, when I was very young my mother would write in it, herself. Some day I'll run out of room, I always wrote very small," she picks up the hefty journal, and shows off a couple pages. You can see the clear difference from when her mother had written, in blocky, sure script, to the girl's own hand which is almost too small to read. But you admit she could cram more information on a page that way. "It's wherhide, though, I would love to have thinner paper. This book is so heavy."

"We've got plenty of paper, scrolls of it, reams of it. So when you're in need, you should ask if you could get some." You suggest. "Oh, I forgot, one more question if I may? When and where were you Searched?"

"Oh that would be a couple years ago, I'd just had my eleventh Turnday. It was actually before I went to the Crafthall, I don't know if my mother and father wanted me to be something else than a dragon rider. They didn't choose to take me to a Weyr right then though, that was odd I thought. But the same rider came to pick me up at the Hall, eventually. I wrote my folks, they know where I am, but I haven't heard from them yet. I know some Lords and Ladies don't want their precious daughters to be off riding dragons," she chuckles. "But I've enough family members that I know others will be able to be married off or find their own way in the Hold without me."

With that, you bow and take your leave.

You walk into a weyr you know is isolated away from the Weyrling pairs quarters.

This candidate's weyr is strewn with junk. You sneeze, there is something weird in the air.

Looking around a bit, you see a average quality embroidery on silken fabric.

You cannot help but notice a group of flitters in many colors, chittering at you from their perches.

Name: Yuhu

Status: Lord's child
Age: 14
Gender: female
Siblings: 4
Born: second
plus one unexpected younger half-sibling from their mother's indescretions
Legitimacy: born into a healthy family
Childhood Health: iron constitution
Adult Height: a bit short for an adult
Adult Build: rail thin, emaciated looking
Skin Tone: light yellowish
Hair Color: red-headed-stepchild-Red
Hair Style: full
Hair Length: cut to the neck
Eye Color: hazel gold
Literacy Level: are literate to a good degree
Politeness Level: they are impolite to people they ought to defer to
Focus: in every day life they are focused on their tasks,
yet that attention is often over-used in certain conditions
This character is pretty good looking
They'd rather keep things for themself, but if they're asked they'll share

Values and Goals
Is very happy with: their clothing
Enjoys deeply: hot places
Strong goal: travel
Low fear: an ancestral enemy
Practically nonexistant dislike: the Great Outdoors
Passionately hates: a Guild hall
Odd Skill (learned outside of craft if any): weaving

Originally From: deep forest community
Location size: bustling
Location climate: rainy
Searched: as a teen