"Oh, yes," I say, staring vaguely out past the visitor's left ear.  "Anyghari.  Now there's a specimen of vim and vigor."  I leaf through the pages of my archives until I find the most wrinkled sheet.  "Here it is." I read aloud, "Anyghari is the child of the Lord Holder here, Lord Nmorwein, and his Lady, Morkydise.  She is the ninth out of fourteen children, and her mother is showing signs that she may be pregnant again." "Never satisfied with having only one-fourteenth of her parents' attention, Anyghari's flamboyant enthusiasm and de'il-may-care approach to life may have begun as an attempt to gain a bit more of it.  Over the Turns, though, it has seeping into her personality, until she can no longer slip out-of-character.  Mercurial as a proddy rider, she dances her fast-paced life through the days at NoWher, stubbornly determined to shake 'em up.  She defies her father's stern ban on alcohol in the Hold, wrinkles her nose at her mother's brood.  She twits Gwyr the Archivist about his self-imposed exile, and teases Karrishan until he's crimson with embarrassment.  Still, that Trader's Bazaar that is Anyghari sometimes shows a spark of humanity, gleaming like fool's gold at the bottom of a well.

Would you like to visit her at the Weyr?  She's been Searched."