As her weyrlinghood came to an end, F'ayt found herself facing the trepidation of her future. Threadfall seemed so daunting and somehow more real now that she was so close to joining graduating. Sure, she could chose a squad that did less... dangerous... work, but she didn't feel like Ferrugith would be happy if she did. He was a duty-bound kind of dragon, after all.
As she wandered the dining den, looking for a place to sit and eat, she spotted one of the newest weyrlings; what was their name again? It started with a Q, right? Q...Qu... Quentin! That's right. And their dragon was- oh, forsk it, she wasn't going to try and remember that right now! She smiled, sitting down across from them and offering a friendly half-bow.
"Can I join you?" She asked. She would move if the answer was 'no', of course, but a distraction from her thoughts would be nice. She caught the brownrider knots on their robes, eyes brightening. "Oh, you're a brownrider too! How are you liking weyrlinghood so far? It's exciting right?" Was that too much? It felt like too much. Her nerves were making her babble a bit. Maybe she should stop asking so many questions...