Six shirts, four pairs of slacks and two (Albeit small) tapestries.
This was what Enoelin had accomplished during her time at Peregrine. Yes, there was standing at a hatching too but she soon returned back to her weaving when she didnít Impress. She didnít even mind that she was still a candidate; she had been rather eager to return to her tapestry.
But not she was growing bored and couldnít help but wonder if she was wasting her time at Peregrine.
It certainly seemed so.
Surely she should have accomplished more by now? Yes, weaving was pleasant and all but still, it felt as if there was something missing from her life. Maybe it was the fact that she had the tendency to get caught up on her work, forgetting the world around her? That could be it Ė her social life did seem to be a little lacking. Oh sure, she knew people from seeing them around the Weyr. She could put names to faces but that was about it. Enoelin didnít know what they liked, disliked, or anything really.
If there was a way to fail at being a human being, she was certainly doing it.
All she was doing was killing time it seemed. She didnít know exactly what it was she was waiting for but that seemed to be precisely what she was doing. Waiting.
She was tired of waiting.
Her feet itched, her legs twitched. She wanted to move around, wanted to something. Anything. She loved weaving and all but dear Faranth; the girl was going to build everyone at Peregrine a new wardrobe if this was all she did. She needed to take a step away from it all and find something else to do. At least for now.
This was how she find herself in the lower caverns, letting her fingers trail the walls of the corridors. She couldnít help but grin as she remembered her first day here, getting lost for a good chunk of the day. Now she knew the Weyr, had every bit and piece of it memorized even though it seemed she didnít leave her little area that often.
ďThen again, maybe it wouldnít be so bad if I got lost.Ē She mused out loud. Being lost was kind of nice. You didnít really have a destination when you walked around lost; you just found yourself somewhere.
Oh yes, that sounded lovely.