Teagen could have perhaps found herself settling in at the Weyr as a tanner completely comfortably one day. Right now, she still saw it as temporary, prepared for her life to be upheaved again by something. That's what her life had been for the past few turns now, and perhaps considering everything, it was a sort of strength that Teagen hadn't decided to go between with the unnamed white hatchling that had died in her lap. Though her time as a dragon candidate was over, by her own choice in the end, it seemed she wasn't going to give up her life despite all she had endured so far.
However, Teagen didn't spend a lot of time in those sevendays outside of the Crafter Complex. She mostly worked once she found a schedule and a flow, taking care of orders, helping to prepare hide for tanning, and other such work. When her skill as a tanner was really noticed, having been trained since a young age by a family dedicated to tanning, Teagen was given less of the apprentice-like work and helped more with the general orders that were always coming in and needing to be completed for the small Tannercrafthall in the Weyr.
Teagen, today though, was sent out of the hall, one of the other tanners convincing her to go out for a bit, disguising it as work by giving her something to deliver on behalf of the hall. She tried to push it off, but when requested again, she gave in, cleaning up enough so she didn't look completely slovenly, and taking the package needing to be delivered. It was just as she stepped outside, a dragon flew overhead, catching her eyes. Looking up she saw a dark blue beast, one very familiar as for a moment she was brought back to the memory of the day of the hatching.
She watched Rasenth in the air silently for a moment, before shrugging it off and walking down one of the paths of the complex, the package needing to be delivered tucked under an arm.