You walk into the weyr, cautiously.  Then above you falls a pot, landing on you with a clang and water falls over you.  Despite this your face grows hot, and you feel like screaming, when you hear, "Did it work?"
"Don't ask me, but it landed on something,"
"I told you not to do it, this is my weyr, and you'll get me in trouble!"
"So?"
"So, I'm going to be dead!"
"What's a little mischief?"
"VERY ANNOYING!"  you call out.
"Look what you've done now Kesira!"
"What?"
"You mean you didn't hear it?"
"Yes.  Stop being such a spoil-sport Kis,"
"This is my weyr!  Not yours!"
You get up and confront the two talkers in a corner of a dragon couch, huddled on the fire.  They are two girls.  One has black hair and the other blond.
"Kesira!"  the blond one moans.
"She did it!  Kisiana did it!"
"You did you brat, you know it."
"Kalain dared me!"
"So?  Get out!  Now!" 
The black haired one stands up and storms out.  The blond haired one, who must be Kisiana, sits there, crying slightly.
"I'm Kisiana.  This is my weyr.  That is, was Kesira, my sister.  She was the one who tipped water on you."
"You are a candiate?" you ask
Kisiana nods.  "At Celeste Weyr."
You nod, looking round the weyr.  It is relativly small, and there are not many weavings.  The ledge is in a rather sunless place.
"I was assigned this weyr.  There is not much I can do about it.  I didn't want it.  What dragon wants to sit on a freezing cold ledge.  I always get the worst.  When Kesira was assigned one, she got it in full sun.  When my brother Kalain was assigned one, his was in full sun.  They were both large.  I get the worst always."
You decide it might be better to leave this girl alone, and sneak off away.