Seyna looked around from her conversation with Serrah as a masculine voice rolled across her ears during a lull in conversation. She reached up with one hand to brush her hair back, combing it roughly with her fingers. She gave voice to an exasperated groan, not directed at him, but at her own moodiness of late. With a smile for A'drew to diffuse any potential sting, she stood, taking hold of her bowl and now emptied cup.<br/><br/>"I'm feeling...touchy. I think Charith might rise today, but she's still sleeping. I've been irritable for a week now, and it's never lasted this long."<br/><br/>Her words were spoken mildly, but her green had risen three times already, more than any of her peers within the wing. Only the elder greens had risen more, and she shook her head slowly.<br/><br/>"I imagine we should be careful to keep the weyrlings close today, just in case. I don't want them to be caught unawares if Charith wakes before they do."<br/><br/>The possibility was slim, but she wanted none of the weyrlings injured or worse if things should turn out as she was both fearful and hopeful that they would.