Candidate Lameeka
You wander the halls of Seascape Weyr, your legs aching from walking for so long on the beach. Unfortunatly, you found no firelizard eggs Hatching, only broken and abandoned shells. You soon stumble into the Candidate Halls, hoping to find a friendly soon-to-be-Impressee that will spare some warm klah for your dry throat.
Quickly, you randomly pick a weyr, where the nearby nameplate reads 'Candidate Lameeka'. The weyr is tidy and free of most dust. Although the room is dim, you can see everything about it clearly. Except for the figure behind you in the shadows. "Heyla," a voice greets. You spin around to be confronted with a short girl. Her hair is a thick tangle of dark blonde hair down her back, her eyes large and innocently hazel. Her cheekbones show through her skin, which is pale but slightly tanned, as if the girl only began going outside. She lacks weight and womanly curves and features. This is defined even more by the loose tunic she wears, which is made tighter by a length of leather, showing only her curvless body. She gives you a slow smile which broads when you smile back.
"I am Candidate Lameeka. Nice to meet you." Lameeka looks at you closely. "You look hungry. I just brought up some klah and bubblies from the kitchen. Fresh baked they are, I greatly reccommend the one with redfruit." Lameeka picks up a bubblie, holding it with careful, calloused fingers connected to frail hands. She offers it to you, which you take quickly, juggling the hot pie between your hands. Lameeka smirks, deepening the dimples and bringing out her cheekbones even more. "I told you they were fresh baked. I wouldn't eat that right now, if I were you. I was smart and brought up cool klah. Visitors are always coming in here, usually hungry, like you. And eventually-" Lameeka is cut off by the flapping of two sets of wings. Firelizards, a bronze and a blue, fly in and perch on her shoulders.
"-Karne and Kaine flutter in and beg for a piece of bubbly." Lameeka laughs. You ask her about herself. She sighs. "Well, I was born a drudge. Mind you, I only cleaned weyrs and such, I did nothing other. I was rescued when I turned thirteen, however. I was afterwards Holdbred, at a Hold where drudges were used to clean and cook, nothing other. If they were used for anything else, they were harshly punished, if it was their fault. Otherwise, the man would be punished. I liked that Hold. So, there I became an Apprentice Starsmith, for I always loved looking at the sky.
"My foster mother said I am observant. I do believe I am. I love growing things, too. I have a little garden here, too. There's a runnerbeast in the stables. No, he's not quite mine. I just am very close to him. I would like a canine, one day, however. Not now. Maybe later." Lameeka grins and refills your mug. "So, care to hear anything else?"
Ask Lameeka about her history or comment on the nearby book. Ask how she was was Searched or bid her good day and walk back to the Seascape Weyr Bowl.
