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    <title>Meeting Amariss</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Meeting New Residents, Influencing People.. oh dear."&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amariss looks around with mild curiousity. Gently brushing away a few strands of dark brown hair from off of her face she quietly wonders whom she should speak with to ask for residency here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact it is early morning, and most are off to do their duties, a couple are still in the dorm. Ashlei is one such, making up a cot with fresh linen, a pile of dirty linen on the ground at the base of her cot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amariss's soft brown gaze spots a young woman, possibly around her own age, preparing a cot. Hoping she would not mind her intrusion, Amariss walks closer and stops a short distance away so as not to startle to working woman. Coughing politely she hopes to attract her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlei looks up from where she's finishing off her cot, "Yes? Can I help you?" The words are sharp and brisk, though not necessarily aimed at the other young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amariss slightly worried because of the brisk tone of the woman's words she begins with a quiet smile, "Hello. I arrived last night by ship. Because of the late hour I was unable to speak to anyone concerning a residency request. I was wondering if you could please direct me to the person I should talk to." Forgetting herself she added, "I am Amariss by the way." She fingered the end of her long single braid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlei eyes the girl for a long moment, especially in the clothing worn, before shaking her head, "You're wanting the Headwoman, Lacey, then. Or Falgin, one of the Assistant Stewards, if she's not to be found. Man has a nose like a canine when it comes to sniffing her out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amariss nods her head and her soft laughter comes sweet. She can not help but picture the Assistant Steward on hands and knees following a scent trail with an oversized nose. When her soft laughter is quiet she speaks, "Thank you... um... What shall I call you?" She wonders, deciding that she liked this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ashlei is my preferred name," Lei responds dryly, before shaking her head a bit, "Might want to see about taking a bath before visiting with her though. Lacey's mad for cleanliness, among other things. She's oft as not found in the Weyrhall, keeping an eye on all things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amariss looked down at her travel-worn self and frowned a bit. Looking up again she nods. "Yes, I am a bit grimey from the trip. Thank you and I would take your old linen to the laundry on my way to the baths if you wish, since I am going that way." She was not offended by Ashlei's advice, just the opposite. If this Lacey was strict about Cleanliness she certainly did not want to make a horrible first impression by meeting her like she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlei starts to grin at that, then pauses, and turns to look towards one wall. If one was outside, it would line up with the Weyrhall, "That is a kind offer, but I'd best do it myself. And then.." there is a sigh, "Go find the weyrweaver. Anyway, it was actually rather nice to meet you, Amariss. Good luck with Lacey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amariss smiles kindly to Ashlei. "Very well then. I should be going now. Thank you for your help Ashlei. Perhaps we shall see each other again soon." Nodding her head with respect to Ashlei she steps away lightly and turns to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlei picks up her dirty linens, and makes her way out as well, muttering unkind things about.. senile old aunties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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