Oh but I don't WANT to go to a boring ol' Hold. I wanna go to a Weyr. There aren't any dragons at the Hold, Drake. Only boring old miners and rocks. That's no fun. It was slightly comical to see such a big dragon pout. Drake was not in a lguhing mood though. He had a big decision to make. Looking at Jazmyn's latest letter, it seemed that everything was perfectly fine at the Hold, and would be for a very very long time. It seemed that his brother had finally gotten the hang of taking care of people other than himself. But still, Drake missed Colden, and he missed Jazmyn. But then again, Mald was right. It would be awful boring at the Hold, now that he had experienced life in a Weyr. Decisions, decisions. As he was deep in thought, lineson his forehead deepening, a knock on the door jarred him back to reality. Bijan and Mald raced to the door, and Bijan, being smaller and more agile reached it first, and swung it open to reveal...

"Jazmyn!" A smile broke across his face and he walked across the room to envelop her in a big bear hug, lifting her off the ground and spinneg her around. As he set her down, he noticed another woman in the door.

"Drake, this is Lissa. She's a Weyrwoman at Keandyn Weyr. She came to the Hold looking for you." He turned to her. He was much taller than she (though he did indeed tower over everyone), and she had red hair and sparkly eyes. He wondered why a weyrwoman would be looking for him. She must have noticed the confusion on her face, because she dissolved into giggles.

"Yes, I am Lissa. I was looking for you, because..Well, I don't know if you remember of not, but several turns ago you passed through our Weyr when it was just beginning. You probably don't remember..." She paused, and he nodded. He didnt exactly remember, but he'd passed through so many Weyrs that he was sure she knew what she was talking about.

"ANYway.. Word got back to Keandyn about a young man who had saved his Hold, you know the story. It IS your story. But anyway, I wondered if it was you, and sure enough..It was. And now that's not the reason I came looking for you. Well, it is, but.. Oh dear, I'm getting all tongue-tied. What I'm trying to say is that when word got back to me about how you were Searched, I immediately began trying to find you. Because, you see, as I said before, Keandyn is just starting out. We could use someone with your knowledge and experience to help us. Jazmyn here has explained to me how everything is well and good in the Hold. So i just.. Why hello there big fella." Mald had been containing himself for the longest time, but finally could hold his excitement no more. He began fidgeting, whining even, begging Drake.

PLEASE oh please oh please oh please! She's a Weyrleader! Which means... A QUEEN! A gold! please Drake, can we, can we, PLEEEEEEEASE?! Jazmyn and Drake burst into laughter. Lissa just smiled, not knowing what had happened. Drake nodded to her.

"Yes, we'd be delighted to come with you." Her face broke out into a huge grin, as did Jazmyn's.

"YIPPEE! We'll be leaving when you're ready. Gods only know how the Weyr is after leaving my mate in charge..." Drake grinned. Never before had he heard a Weyrwoman say "yippee".