Of Food and Mourning

Seryn stepped into the kitchens, a guard walked around her making his presence known before he made his way to join a few other Riders, though Seryn knew his eyes wouldn't be leaving her for a moment. Sighing, Seryn gathered her food quickly, found another guard sitting near the entrance and exit of the kitchens, and thought twice about going back out that door.

Turning, she looked about the kitchens and found groups here and there that were all together, but one soul stood out to her. Rumors had said he had come from High Reaches, but she wasn't sure if they had ever really crossed paths, or what. Rumors were vague and short, but they were enough to have Seryn moving toward the young man's table. "Do you mind if I join you?" she asked, standing before the extra bench and waiting for a response.

Hearing that it was ok for her to sit, Seryn took a seat across from the other Candidate. There was a hint of a smile, but it died rather quickly as she noticed him looking around. It didn't take long to figure out he was looking at the increase of people in the kitchens. At least some where trying to blind in and not make her stand out so bad. Others were glaring at her.

She had been at the Weyr for awhile now and since arriving, she had been nothing but trouble. "Because I wasn't given a choice and believe it or not, I don't really care if I get away, but I am going to make sure to give them hell and get a few less able Candidates out of here," she stated, before placing a bit of food into her mouth. Chewing, she glanced at one of the guards before turning back to the young man before her.

"And why are you willingly staying?" she asked.

Seryn listened to the young man before her. What he said didn't sound to far from how she probably should feel, but she just didn't know. Untrusting eyes shifted to the guard that was watching her wit shifty eyes. But then again, the thought of a baby dragon, sitting on the Sands, calling out her name as she walked away from the Weyr and from it suddenly had tears trying to break from her eyes.

She had to turn away from the Rider and look back at the young man.

"I don't think I've thought about it that way," she stated, going quiet for a moment. When he introduced himself as Jenesys, Seryn looked up at him and nodded. "Seryn. Where are you from?" she asked, curious about the young man who had such a deep view.

Had someone ever truly needed her? Essksual had, but since her being taken to the Weyr's, she didn't know what had happened to her love. Had her family taken her in? Had she had to go back to that man who beat her due to no one left to protect her? It was a horrible feeling not knowing what happened, but it made her drive to get away, with Feravor's help or not, she would be going home at some point in time . . . even if she had to go back home with a dragon trailing along behind her.

"I was born at Crom Hold, but taken to High Reaches Weyr, and been here for the past few Turns," she stated, more curious now about when he had been at High Reaches. "How long were you at High Reaches Weyr? And when? I don't remember if I'd seen you around the Weyr," she mentioned, taking a bite of her food and waiting for his response.