No one really know what happened to the young girl, only that with dark crimson hair and with a look of steely determination in her eyes she had arrived at Eriol Weyr with a slightly pained expression on her face. None knew there fore, that she had been with child. Or that using the more traditional way she had gone between. On purpose.
Every rider, every mother knew what that would do to an unborn babe, and knowing this she had done it not because she did not care for children –she had been one herself, after all. But because she had wanted this more then anything. When a Search rider had arrived from Eriol in order to see if she was fitting, she had wanted it more then she could possibly want the child.
It was cold hearted, but the less people knew about it, the less it mattered.

“Name?”

“Keena.” Looking over, her voice quiet as she watched she rider as he sketched her name onto something, as if keeping records of the candidates.

“Someone will show you where you are… probably one of the other candidates. Behave, you know the rules.” The rider looked up for a moment and nodded. “Good luck.”

It seemed so customary that she found it amusing- but it also seemed unusual that the words seemed to be those he quoted rather then something he meant. Not bothering to reply because a reply didn’t seem needed, she left for the candidate barracks and arrived to find it slightly empty, slightly full. She never liked referring it to either by itself, for people took the wrong meaning with things like that.
As she placed her belongings onto a cot, simple clothing and a couple of sentimental items her hand seemed to roam to where a child had occupied. She smiled ruefully then, and shaking her head began to unbraid the thick length of hair with a look that seemed to speak of defiance.

Let’s just see what the future will bring.