Seyna sat on the far end of the lower caverns, having woken much earlier than usual. She had before her a bowl of porridge and a steaming cup of klah, sweetened lightly. The food was much the same as she would have eaten back in her family holdings on the plains of Keroon. She had been searched at the age of 16, a pretty but reserved girl, who'd been awed by her first time in the Weyr. She had been timid at first, but she had come more and more out of her shell after she had impressed upon Charith a little more than 5 years prior.<br/><br/>The thought of her darling green brought a smile to her lips, and a resigned and affectionate sigh. She loved her dragon, and could hardly believe her good luck most of the time. But the times, as now, when her green began to get proddy, that she felt pulled in many different directions. She was looking forward to Charith's time to rise, if only to get all these wavering emotions out of her system.<br/><br/>She laughed softly to herself, and dug in with a will into her breakfast. She was devoutly grateful that she was off duty today, and even more grateful for a few moments of relative balance with Charith sleeping peacefully out on the ledge. As always, she felt that bond and love between them, and as she looked in the direction of her sleeping dragon, she saw someone else that brought a smile to her face.<br/><br/>"Hey there Serrah," she said, waving a hand in greeting. It was still early enough that there weren't many people within the vast cavern, and she would certainly welcome the company of someone other than the many men in the Weyr who'd expressed interest in her, hoping that she might have some preference among them that would affect her green's choice when she flew.<br/>