Midnight Arrival (12-19-2707) {Open to Healers}

[Jammi]

To one raised in the trader's world it was no trouble finding her way into Nova Weyr. All it took was timing. Her family was known enough by the other clans that no one questioned the white-haired girl as she joined in the ranks at the end of the train. She was after all another set of hands to help in the unloading. What she did after that was on the girl's head not theirs. So as the waif-like girl disappeared into the weyr proper, no one said a thing. They all believed she was on a mission from the head of her clan.

Which couldn't be farther from the truth. As far as her clan knew, Myntaluna was dead. Dead in the same terrible storm that claimed her family. Luna was here on personal business. She wasn't sure exactly what it was, but something was drawing the flighty girl to the weyr. The promise of another life, a better one perhaps. Or the change of scene, the new faces and friends she could make. What ever the case may be, Myntaluna was certain that her fate was hidden in the stone walls of the weyr. She knew the procedures of Nova more than most traders did, for instead of waiting for someone to find her, Luna made her way to the infirmary.

There she waited off the side, almost hidden in the shadows until she could find a fellow healer able to help her. She knew thew quarantine rules, and found them to be a good idea. Myntaluna was more than willing to bide her time, spinning stories and hiding from her past. The odds of finding someone she knew here was almost improbable, but Luna had learned the hard way that luck had a way of changing what one expects.

The season of living on her own showed in the girl's gaunt frame, but it was nothing a few good meals and a solid night's sleep couldn't cure. In fact the mandatory wait would do the girl some good. Even help her regain the weight her solitary world had forced her to lose. So with a rumbling stomach and a mind prone to wonder, Mynta waited for someone free enough to point her in the right direction.

[Kendrall]

C'olt had just finished his rounds with Lyrensa and was heading out of the Infirmary when he nearly collided with someone. He stumbled and nearly fell, but regained his balance. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" He had to look to see just whom it was that was standing in his way; a lithe, sparse girl with hair spilling down toward the small of her back and clear blue eyes. But her skin looked so pale and a bit on the emaciated side. C'olt cast a trained eye on the girl, sizing her up, then tilted his head this way and that to figure out whom this person was and why she was here. She wasn't a Candidate; that much he knew. Nor was she one of the weyrfolk. Hmm....

He wasn't quite sure what to make of this girl, and Lyrensa wasn't anywhere to be found. C'olt cleared his throat before addressing the girl in front of him. "Is there anything I can do to help you, miss? You seem a bit, ah, lost."

[Jammi]

Myntaluna knew it was getting late and that the shifts were about to end, but she had no qualms waiting long enough to be seen. She didn't expect however to be seen in the matter that she was facing now. A rather flustered young man had just bumped into her and was staring in the most unflattering way. Luna knew she looked a sight, but surely the man had more manners than a common runner. When he did speak, Luna pulled on a polite smile.

"Help would be nice. I've been in the jungles too long and I think it's a good idea for me to be moved to quarantine. If you're on your way out, sir, I'll be fine if you just point me in the right direction. I know how tired you must be. I would really like to sleep in a bed as well tonight. Although as tired as I am I could find just about anything comfortable right now," She said in a soft, almost wispy tone. When she finished the poor neglected girl seemed to weave on her feet, her head beginning to feel rather fuzzy.

Dizzily Mynt reached out to steady herself against the man's arm. A deep breath was an attempt to settle her nerves before she spoke again, "A meal wouldn't be a bad idea either. It's been a few days since I had a good one..." She trailed off as the world turned black.

[Kendrall]

C'olt blinked as the girl started to fade, and he quickly reached out to steady her. "Woah there, easy now," he said reassuringly. "We can get you a meal, no problem, and also find you a place to rest. But as for moving you to quarantine..." The Healer nervously chewed on his lower lip, unsure of how to handle this potentially delicate situation, then shook his head. "We typically don't allow visitors and guests to stay in quarantine unless they've been Searched and are accepted as Candidates. It probably would be best if we took you to the Visitors' quarters first, then have you meet up with one of our Searchriders in the morning. If the Rider's dragon thinks you have potential, at that point we'll introduce you to our Candidate Master."

C'olt knew he couldn't break protocol lest he wind up in trouble with a lot of people, starting with the WeyrHealer Tess. But this lithe, sparse thing in front of him was tired and hungry; that much he could tell. The blond-haired Healer sighed, then lowered his head before lifting it again. "Come on. This isn't the first time I've bucked protocol. I'll get you settled then meet with the Candidate Master first thing in the morning." With that, C'olt gently tried his best to help the poor thing towards the back of the Infirmary where he knew there was an empty cot, and also he could keep a close eye on her until he had a chance to get word to Arktos. He also signaled to a couple of the apprentices and indicated they should fetch the girl something to eat to help regain her strength.