You walk into this next weyr. 
A squeal is let out when you walk in, and a
blue flit swerves away from you.   You stay
absolutely still in shock for ten seconds before shaking
yourself.   The flit is looking at you in a
questioning manner from the shoulder of a girl around
thirteen.  She has very pale blond hair, it looks gold
but when its under the sun it looks more whitish. 
Her eyes are green pools of seawater frozen
solid in and array of varying colours. 
Her features are small and delicate,
even with how small the girl is. 
Not short, just small.  She's quite pretty, you think.  

"Well are y' havin' Klah or not?"
She asks, and you shake your head and then nod.
  She must've said something before that. 
"Y' do?"  she asks again and you nod quickly.
  She signals for you to sit down, and you do.  
On a stool made of hardwood, dyed white,
but so you can see the patterns in the wood.
  It has been padded with a bluish-white cushion.
  The girl returns with a mug of Klah,
which is hot but not boiling.  You sip it and thank her.
  "M' name's Kalami," she says,
"I'm a candidate at Snow Valley Weyr.  
I hope I Impress.  But that don't mean I will. 
No'ne in m' family I know of ever Impressed. 
But m' sister's a candidate.  And m'
brother's  gonna be a candidate too. 
M' home Hold's called Celeste Hold.
It's at the top of a mountain, above a Weyr.
Well, they're kind'f one." 
She puts down her mug and gets up. 
"I'll get the pie now," she says, and leaves you. 

You get up to and look around the weyr. 
Not that the part you're in is a weyr. 
It seems to be an enterance way, probably
a large alcove of the main weyr bit. 
You spot a curtain and walk over to it,
lifting the soft, yet heavy fabric up and
peering through.  At the end of the weyr
is a large dragon couch.  It has been
lightly bedded with rushes and straw. 
A blanket, that could cover a weyrling
dragon, lies on it.  It is thick and
woolen, from what you can see of it.
  A deep red, that matches the curtain. 
You suddenly realise how cold it is. 
You can see your breath.  A small
fire, obviously for a light, is high on
one wall, sending shadows around,
flickering.  Over to one side is another
curtain, close to the dragon couch. 
Probaly Kalami's bedroom.
  You close the curtain and sit back on the stall. 

You thank the fire which until now you
have not noticed, that gives a steady warmth.
  You sigh, when Kalami comes back from the
weyr.  She hands you a bubbly pie, warm
and succulent, and berries drip down your face,
which you wipe away.  "I's apprenticed at the
Bakercraft Hall, 'cause I made the best
bubblies in the Hold, ev'n better than Headwoman
Marshi, she said so 'erself," You host tells you,
and you nod, paying more attention to the pie.
  "Th'n I's Searched," she says.  You nod, still
not paying attention when the blue firelizard
comes and all of a sudden you're barely holding
any pie.  "Izan!  Y' brat get here!  Whadaya mean,
stealing bubbly!"  Kalami shouts out.  But it is
too late.  The pie has been digested by a blue flit
by the name of Izan.  Kalami sighs, "Oh well,
Miza get the pie for 'em."  A green flit appears,
whakes the blue and scolds him. 
They disappear and return normal flight with a bag. 
Kalami nods to you and you take it. 
"For y'" she says, "I've gotta go, so," she hangs her head and disappears.

*Snow Valley Weyr

*Hanami, her sister

* Srebbshin, her brother

*Celeste Weyr, where the flits are from