You walk through the lower hallways of the Weyr.Your curiousity over comes you and you check the candidates' section.As you arrive there,though,a dark-haired girl bumps into you.Her hair hangs over her eyes and she pushes it back impatiently.As you pick yourself up,you notice something odd about her.She's wearing wire-rimmed glasses."Hello,and you are?"she says,picking up the blankets she dropped.Her gray eyes stare coolly at you from behind the glasses.You introduce yourself."Well,I'm Kiwista,rider of green Zarath.I was on an errand,taking blankets back to the storeroom.It's gotten so sharding hot lately.Well,now then,"she says.You look at her carefully.She's wearing a white knit shirt,not a tunic,and goldish wherhide pants.She's short,but looks about 16,maybe older.She's slender too."Didya know,Zarath came from Jerdan Weyr?From Mikath's clutch.She's from our weyr,"Kiwista says proudly.You smile encouragingly."Mikath's rider is one of my good friends.She got here bout the same time as me,"she says."So where did you come from before you came here?"you ask."Oh,I was born at Fort Hold,and taken in as a harper apprentice,but then it became clear that my talent lay more in healing than harpering.I still sing,but not as a profession,"Kiwista says,smiling wistfully.You decide that she probably misses singing."I'm at journeywoman level at healing and an apprentice harper.Well,not anymore,"she corrects herself."Will you sing something for me?"you ask her."Oh,sure!"she says brightening."But we have to go back to my weyr,so I can play too,"Kiwista states firmly,grabbing your hand and leading you towards a particular weyr.It's quite messy on the inside,but she picks up a harp from the clutter and picks out a particular sheet.She looks about for her chair and finds it,settling down.Her voice lilts up and down octaves in a lovely melody,but her harp-playing doesn't match that skill."You can see why I was determined better as a healer,"she remarks wryly after setting the harp down.A hesitant hand pushes open the curtain to her room."Wista?"a little voice calls.It belongs to a girl,probably about 6,with her hair hanging down about her face."What is it this time,Marion?"Kiwista asks."Can you fix my owie?"the little girl says,holding up her arm.It looks like a simple cut.Kiwista smiles,grabbing a pot of numbweed."Hold still,Marion,"she cautions the girl.She puts on a pair of gloves and swipes some numbweed on the cut."Yay!Thanks,Wista,"Marion cries."Shh.Be more careful next time,okay?"Kiwista tells her."Okay,promise,but Talior pushed me down the stairs this time,"Marion says,pouting."Oh,did he?I'll have to speak to him about that.Don't worry about it,"Kiwista says.Marion scampers off,giggling."I really will have to talk to Talior.This is the third time that's happened.If I didn't know better,I'd think he was flirting with Marion,"Kiwista grins."I'd better go,"you tell her.The grin disappears."Oh,okay.If you wanna read my stats or the words to that song I was singing earlier,go ahead.Bye!"she calls.