Erilam's Weyr You enter the weyr, not bothering to be quiet, as you reach up with one hand to take the nearly dead glow, and place another bright one in its place.  You are jealous of all of the other weyrlings that get to go and do things for their chores that are much, much more interesting than changing the glows.  However, as the youngest, it is the traditional job.  You glance up as a girl enters the weyr behind you, gently scractching the eyeridge of the white firelizard that perches on her shoulder.  "Hello," She says, smiling.  "I am Erilam, and, let me guess, after U'lar graduated, you're here to take over his job of changing the glows, right?"  She reaches up with another hand and brushes her golden-blonde hair out of her blue eyes, smiling.  Erilam is no stunning beauty, you realize almost automatically, but has a kind aura to her, with a friendly smile. Hello!  I bet that I am going to see alot of you, right? Someone asks, and you whirl around, looking for the source of the voice.  "You...  Impressed?" You ask, looking around for a dragon. "Yes!" Erilam replies happily.  "That's my white Herminith!  She's wonderful!  Would you like to go and see her?" "Sure," You reply, noting a white blur that whips into the room.  As it settles on Erilam's shoulder, you ask, "Is that a white firelizard?" "Yes, this is Shifri," She replies, smiling at the white flit on her shoulder.  As you look at Erilam, you notice that she has a slight spattering of freckles across her nose, and a few on her cheeks.  Her skin is tan, and she wears trousers and a shirt.  Strange for a crafthall girl. "Can I scratch her eyeridge?  And then can we go see Herminith?" You inquire hopefully, and Erilam nods, so you reach up and gently scratch the white's ridge, along with its back, where firelizards are often itchy. "Of course!" Erilam says, and she jestures in the direction of the wallow. "I see that you don't know why I'm wearing trousers, eh?" Erilam asks you, still smiling.  "It's because I was raised at the dragonhealer craft, which requires you to move around alot, and dresses were not useful.  I couldn't run in them, and, at the age of 11, I could get away with it.  Of course, when I turned 13, everyone tried to get me to wear dresses and blouses, but they couldn't get me to."  She chuckles softly, as if remembering.  "Anyway, I was Searched for Black Night Weyr not too long ago, that's why the weyr is still being furnished.  Would you like to read my journal, though?  I'm still working on it, but we're getting there.  Also, I could tell you more about Shifri, or we could go and visit my runner in the barn.  If you're not interested, then you can always go back to Black Night Weyr.