You walk in the open the door and come face to face, well face to chest, with a teen girl of about 16 turns. She looks up to you and smiles sheepishly. "Sorry, I have a bad habit of not looking where I'm going. By the way, I'm Drifa. Pleased ta meet ya." Her deep voice surprises you, aren't girls supposed to have higher voices? She sees you look and explains, "I know I have a different voice, can't sing and I usually don't talk much." She pauses and smiles so you know about her not talking much is a joke, "don't have many friends either, some people are my enemys just because of my height and voice. Predjuced." She says with a touch of sympathy in her deep voice.

"Oh, I see what you mean." You step back, finally, and look the girl over. She's stout with a good figure and she's noticiably strong. Her long reddish-brown hair is tied tightly back in a braid that reaches past her waist. Her short bangs frame her round face in a way that seems to make her klah-brown eyes dance. Her face seems to be curved in an eternal struggle.

She looks around and then motions for you to follow her, "I have to be careful, I'm supposed to be peeling tubers. Dirty busy work. I finished the rest of my chores early, much to the Headwoman's dismay. I don't think she likes me either, give me extra chores often." She whispers as she walks quietly down the hall for awhile and you pad quietly beside her. She leads you into what can only be described as a storage room with a bed.

The walls are bare and the bed is very small with a thin matress of rushes that needs cleaning. A small table is the only furniture not counting a small stool under the table. She closes the door and takes the stool out from under the table, you notice its mended legs and sit politetly as she sits not too gracefully on the bed.

"This is why, other than extra chores, I think the Headwoman dosen't like me. Her eyes sparkle as she tells you more, "I was fostered her not too long ago, less than a turn I think an' she gave me this room to stay in. I think it's the smallest room around. But, it fits me!" She jokes, comfortable with her height. She shifts her weight and you follow suit.

"Wonder how long it'll be 'till the Headwoman finds you skipping chores." You tell her.

"Ah, not too long, she keeps a pretty tight leash on me. So, what do you do in your spare time?" She asks. You tell her and then ask her about her hobbies.

"I do a little of this and that. I like working with the looms," she pauses for effect and eyes you to see your reaction, you take a mild shock, she seems to be a runner, or a grisled field hand, she continues, "but, not alot. I prefer to work in the garden," again she pauses and you eyes get wide, "and most of all I love making wine. Takes my spare time. Sometimes it turns out good. Had to hide the rack, its under my bed. Ha bed, more like elongated chair." She laughs deep and you join her quietly, afraid this noise will help the Headwoman find you and her.

Your laughing is cut short as a stern knocking overtakes the door. Drifa's expression changes to one of fear. She jumps to her feet and opens the door quickly. A boy tells her something and she lets out a sigh of relief as she usher a young man in. The young man is protesting, "Stop! I have to go elsewhere!" She just looks at up at him and demands, "Tell my visitor what you've just told me then you can go!" She stands and looks at him, hands on hips.

He sputters out quickly, "Dragonsfromanearbyweyrhavecomeonsearchgotocommonsnow!" She looks at him and he repeats the message, slower this time. "Dragons from a nearby weyr have come on search go to commons now!" He says and after looking at Drifa, who nods, leaves.

"Well, I think we should go!" Drifa teels you with a gleam in her klah-brown eyes. Her thin lips curve into a smile and you stand to follow her. She walks out the door and waits till your out and closes it with a BAM! She breaks into a run and you run after her. She takes you to the commons where a large blue is looking over the din of the teenage crowd gathered there in hopes of being Searched.