It was certainly a story for the Pass- and like many good stories, there were thrilling heroics, tender moments of love, and a whole flight of dragons. Rosa wrote in barely legible scribbles, detailing the most recent accomplishments of a young gold queen and her suitors. That High Reaches and Western Weyr would be hosting their own clutches at near identical times was exciting! Perhaps not the first time in history, certainly, but Rosania knew that she would need to stay at High Reaches for a while, and her family would be glad to hear it.

She wondered how her sisters were faring at the cothold, and doodled a little picture of a flower in the corner of the scrap of hide. She knew her siblings would recognise it as her own brand of eccentric signature, but it had been tough for Rosa to leave her Hold roots truly behind. Weyrlife was great, and she had already experienced so much in the two Turns of her being there… but her heart was fond of her first home.

The young candidate rose from her cot, sidling out in to the warm, sunny weyrbowl in search of a friendly face who might lend her a firelizard.
Firelizards required a great deal of training to be able to take messengers to stranges, or so Rosa suspected, and she wondered if perhaps it was better if she sent the letter with the next tithing caravan to return from the Weyr.