Lelia was having a good day. She had a lot of good days; why wouldn't she? Life was good, there were eggs on the sands, and she was happy. She hummed a song under her breath, and even danced a little as she walked. She was heading in the -relative- direction of the kitchens, where she was going to help prepare food, but she'd gotten sidetracked with something, and was running a little late. It wasn't a big deal though, she would get there before too long, and things would work out. Lelia wasn't prone to worrying.
As she walked, she couldn't help but frown, just a tad, at just how drab and boring the Weyr was. Stone was necessary for threadfall, yes, but...it was so boring! Lelia would have loved to play the part of interior decorator. Wouldn't that be grand? Entranced in this thought, it was then that she noticed Yulu. Lelia didn't know her well, it was difficult to know everyone, but what bothered Lelia more than her unfamiliarity with a fellow candidate was the way she looked. She didn't look very happy, and the way she was looking at that dress of hers...was something wrong?
Lelia discarded temporarily her task of getting to the kitchens and siddled over to where Yulu was, careful not to get too close; it was hard to tell where people's personal space bubbles ended and began sometimes. "You're Yulu, right?" Lelia asked, holding out a hand for shaking. "I'm Lelia," that part was added so that, in the instance that Yulu didn't recognize her, Yulu wouldn't feel awkward about not knowing her name. "Pardon my intrusion, but you look a little peeved. Is there something I could help you with?"
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