It takes more than dragonriders to keep a Weyr functioning...and into one of those roles does Pitar step in.   A newly promoted Journeyman FarmCrafter,   he has just made the long trek from North Continent,  by boat and runner and foot.   Having secured his modest possessions in the room he was assigned,  he pauses....the thought of facing countless strangers is overwhelming...not to mention the fact that he's now in a Weyr,  living amongst dragons...<br/><br/>Asking a drudge,  he gets directions to the caves where the warm baths of the Weyr await.   He quietly wafts his way through the Weyr in the afternoon.  Making his way into the bathing caverns,  he shies away from the large gathering in the first, a patrol of riders just in from a long flight, roughhousing and enjoying themselves.    Using the light of the glowing fungi,  he breathes a sigh of relief to find an empty pool.   Glancing around to make sure he's alone,  he quickly slips out of his travel worn clothing,   breathing a sigh of relief as he immerses his slender body into the warm, soothing water, head tilting back to rest against the rock behind him,  his hair splayed about his face.    The release of tension from the difficult day quickly draws him into lassitude,  breathing slowing down as he relaxes.....it's unlikely he'd notice anyone approaching....<br/><br/>