Selvi hadn't intended to go to the gather. She wanted to remain at the Weyr, curl up in bed with her books and hides and study a little bit now that she had a few brief moments away from more hardened riding duties. She would still need to tend to Tolorth in the morning, but right now, her time was her own. She wasn't sure what had led her to go to her wardrobe and look at the only gowns she owned, or why she had pulled out one in particular, smoothing her hands over the soft gown's layers before her mind had been made up.
And then a particular green had butted into her thoughts, nudging in so quickly that she barely had a chance to realize she'd been sitting there in the first place. *You deserve the time, Selvi. No duties in the infirmary, no time with your books and hides. Just a little dancing, a few drinks, maybe some shopping. You know you want this.* She rolled her eyes but knew her green was right, which made the creature snort in delight. Of course she was right - if anyone knew the woman better than she knew herself, it was Tolorth.
It was with that in mind that she'd bathed, dressed, fixed her hair and maybe even bothered to put a little makeup and jewelry on before checking her appearance in the mirror. It looked strange, seeing herself so made up when for the last few Turns it had been messy hair and clothes, some of which fit only because she'd belted them the right way. It wasn't that she was trying to look sloppy on purpose, but she was both a rider and a student, and there were times when she could hardly be bothered to pull herself together she was so tired after a stint in the infirmary and duties on top of it.
But it was the life she had chosen, her craft and riding. And while she normally could handle it just fine, knew what to expect, that didn't mean she didn't complain sometimes when those few moments appeared where it all became too much to bear. Riders weren't meant to craft, they were meant to fight Thread and tend to their dragons. That was their purpose in life. She was trying to both, and that was on her if she had to give up the process of healing - she would, because you didn't give up being a rider unless that was taken away from you... and with it, your soul left you soon after.
That was how she found herself wandering the gather grounds now, and it was how she found herself idly lazing about with nary a purchase in hand, just a skin of wine attached to her belt and a cup in hand, stopping every so often to watch a puppet show or view one of the many daring feats on display. She wasn't quite as relaxed as Tolorth said she would become, but it was still early, and the day was still so very young.