Honestly, Meztli had almost convinced themselves they could live like this. The shared quarters were, were a trial, and the chores weren't great (though their skills had thankfully shown through after a few weeks, leading to the kitchens often requesting them, sparing them from other less...desirable chores), and the freedom was limited, and the lessons were less interesting than they'd hoped, but...but, well. Western had a slew of ingredients they were less familiar with, that they'd been able to enjoy in exchange for their time. Of course they were supposed to be preparing to become a dragon rider, but that really...no. Well. Maybe. They'd ever been the type to let fate carry them, but it wasn't really on their to-do list.

The news had come that not one but two golds had risen at High Reaches though, and now the placid pace of Weyr life had flared up. So many of their peers had begun to chatter about their pending visits, others talking, often loudly, about how they'd not go to High Reaches wit the hopes to impress if you paid them. Meztli for their part had been undecided. Time was drawing short, and they needed to decide on staying or going, but how to decide? High Reaches was supposed to be cold, and stoic, and hard...but that made it exotic compared to the Hold they'd come from. So it was that Meztli found themselves one evening listening in on the thoughts of some of the other candidates. One curly-haired one they'd yet to hear the thoughts of caught their eye, and they approached Damon with a friendly smile. "So what about you? The double clutch, huh? Going to go? Or hedging your bets and staying here?"

Aukai Oceansoul