Mailstra As you enter the weyr, the first thing that you notice is the awful disarray of everything.  Clothing is piled up at the foot of the bed, and there seems to be almost no end to the horrible clutter of the numbweed and other healing items. "Whew!" You say, holding your nose while desperately fanning the air in front of you. "It's not so bad once you get used to it," Someone says, and you whirl around to see a young woman of around sixteen or so Turns smiling at you.  She holds a jar of the numbweed in one hand, and gently sticks the tip of her finger in experimentally. "How do you ever get used to this?" You ask, still fanning the air. "I'm a dragonhealer, so it's not like I'm never around it at all," She says, brushing back her short-cropped brown bangs from her eyes.  "The only problem that I ever have is when I break a jar, but then it's not too terrible." My rider actually likes the smell, if you can believe that, Someone says, and you spin around, looking for the source of the voice. "Stonath, don't tell me that you're bothering the visitors again!" Mailstra laughs, and motions for you to follow her out to the ledge of her weyr.  "This," She says, gesturing proudly to a tiny brown with one wing darker than the other, "Is Stonath.  I Impressed him at Istabitha's at the last hatching." "He's beautiful," You say, still waving your hand around in the air.  "I'm an Archivist, my whole point of being here.  I need you to tell me about...  Well, you!"  The girl's face splits into a grin, and you can tell that she loves the attention. "Well, the first thing that you probably need to know is that my name is Mailstra," She says, still smiling.  "Is it my Searching that you want to know out, Impression, or things before that?" "All," You reply, trying to fight down the smell of numbweed in the room. # # # Two Candlemarks later you sigh, rubbing your hand, and read what you've written critically.  "Not bad," You say.  "I should have a copy ready for you in a few days, and then we'll send this on to a Harper.  Sometimes he makes songs out of these." Goodbye, Traveler! Stonath calls, and you wave to the tiny brown as he turns his whirling blue-green eyes on you. "You can take my journal, too, if you want," Mailstra says, handing you the book.  You accept it, nodding slightly, then turn back to Istabitha's Weyr. Name: Mailstra Age: 16 Turns Gender: Female Physical Appearance: Average height and weight, her hair is cut short.  Hair is an average brown shade, and straight.  Light blue eyes, tanned due to her work outside with dragons.  She can blend into a crowd easily. Personality: Pretty laid-back when everyone's doing everything right, not flirty at all.  Would rather strangle a man than let him even consider the idea of getting into bed with her.  Can lead in a crisis, although she'd prefer to follow.  Mailstra can be snappy sometimes, and won't tolerate a slacker.  She will not hesistate to tell someone what they're doing wrong, but she won't ever deny someone who needs comfort of it.  Can be blunt in her attitude, if she wants to say something to someone, there will be no trying to imply something.  Wouldn't gossip if you paid her a mark a minute.  Gets annoyed by those who can't stand the smell of numbweed.  Likes having attention, due to the fact that her older sister Tarril usually gets most of it. History: Born at the weyr, Apprenticed to the DragonHealer at the age of 13.  Earned her Senior Apprentice knots whenever she decided to stand at Istabitha's Weyr.  At her fist standing, she Impressed the brown Stonath. Read Her Story Read her Journal Go to Stonith's Weyr