Some time had passed since then, but… Teteakea wasn’t actually handling being in New Atricis Weyr very well. Sure, she attended Weyrling lessons, but when they taught Atrician Weyrling specific stuff, she scoffed or rolled her eyes, or even outright questioned why they should be learning all that nonsense when they were Northern Weyrlings? There was no guarantee any of them would be staying in New Atricis after all, even if Igen Weyr itself was still an unknown at this point. Needless to say, the Weyrlingmasters likely didn’t find her the easiest of the Weyrlings to deal with.
The days didn’t get easier for Teteakea, at first she was able to ignore a lot. She wasn’t going to be here long obviously, why should she pay too much attention? But the longer she was here, the harder it was to keep that mindset, and the harder it was to ignore all the… strangeness of this Weyr. Sure, Teteakea had grown up in a caravan, but even that was decidedly different than here, and definitely different than Igen. Everything was so… open… No one seemed afraid of Thread, even when it did fall, which had shocked her immensely. Then there were all the different critters crawling and flitting around, so many she didn’t know or had never seen before. And the Daywhers, those strange souther creatures in their strange colors.
Today, Teteakea was overwhelmed with it all, retreating to the Dining Hall as soon as she got a chance. She’d get some food, go to the bathhouse, and go to her room in the barracks with Siveynarth, she’d decided. So she sat somewhere, and a kitchen worker quickly brought her something to eat that was planned for the dinner that day. She nodded her silent thanks, then looked at the food presented as the kitchen worker left. It was… what was this? It didn’t look like Northern food she was used to. Was it Southern food? Or Southern inspired? Of course this stupid Weyr would have a Southerner cooking tonight.
”Can’t the food here at least be normal?” Teteakea grumbled to no one at all, poking at the food on her plate with a fork like a picky eating child.