Welcome to Gaia! ::

Dinner had been pretty good! A couple of her fellow candidate pals had all sat together, catching up, and just buzzing over the looming possibilities. A clutch on the Sands, a bunch of High Reaches folks running around, such a to do! Haizea had lingered a little while longer to help clean up the table she had sat at, and grabbed an extra cup of water to take back with her to the barracks for something to sip on while working on a little homework and a bit on a small sewing project. She was mulling over the work ahead when an unexpected shape in her periphery drew her focus away from what she was going to do and shifted it forward. A person sat slumped against the wall ahead. That was odd. As she drew closer, the red haired girl raised her head and called out to her. Her voice wasn’t familiar but maybe her face? Not a Western candidate. Haizea slowed to a stop next to the seated inquirer. Oof, she looked maybe feverish or a little green around the gills.

“Hey, yeah. I think I’ve seen you around. One of the folks from High Reaches, right?” Not wanting to remain standing over the other gal, she squatted down next to her to be on the same level and offered her an easy smile. “I’m on my way back towards the barracks myself if you want to tag along. No doubt a new Weyr layout takes a bit of getting used to.” It’s be almost like being freshly Searched again she imagined. Taken from all that was known and familiar to a new place, filled with new people and new just about everything. Never mind the sheer difference in climate! “And, ah...You feeling okay? Would you like some water? I was going to drink this while working on things at my cot, but you look like you could use it a little bit more than me right now.” Haizea shifted the mug in her hands to turn the handle toward the seated candidate. “Need a hand up or think you can manage okay?”

Haizea nodded with the affirmative answer to her initial question, sitting back to on her heels, and just waiting quietly while the girl sated her thirst. She had thought so. A jump from a cool, mountainous to this tropical island would be a shock to anyone’s system. If it were the other way around, she bet she’d probably just about freeze to death or at least feel as if she were going to.

“Good to hear,” She chimed as she rose to her feet. Standing eye to eye now, Haizea’s smile brightened several degrees. Actually eye to eye, how about that! “And it’s not a problem! I can take the mug if you’d like. My plan was to leave it on my bedside table for either another drink later or for something first thing tomorrow morning.” Bobbing her shoulders in a shrug, she smoothed her sleeveless shirt. “Or, since we’re heading to the same place, you can hang on to it until we get to the barracks or in case we need to grab you another drink real quick.”

Haizea’s brows crept closer to her hairline at the High Reaches candidate’s introduction, or more accurately at the rather bitter chuckle that followed. Reaching out to gently squeeze Laelia’s shoulder, she perked up and smiled, though with furrowed brows. “I’m pleased to meet you, Laelia! I’m Haizea. And don’t worry; you’ll get the hang of this place. I can help show you around until you get the lay of the land, if you might be in need of a tour guide. My services are available! Besides I imagine we’re going to a lot of the same places anyway. Speaking of,” She gestured toward the walk way ahead of them. “Shall we? You actually weren’t so far off track for the barracks.” She let her hand drop from Laelia’s shoulder and started down the path, opting to hang along one side of the walkway, leaving room for the transfer candidate to walk alongside her if she so chose. “If you have any questions or anything, I’m happy to try offer answers.”