”You need to choose what you want girl."

Yfana’s grandmother’s voice speaks in booming tones in the back of her mind, even though they had been so mildly said in the moment.

Choose what she wanted? But what if she wanted it all? What if she wanted the Jungle AND the Weyr; the Hold AND the World.

Why did she have to choose one and forsake the rest of them?

Being pulled between worlds sucked but to take one and leave the rest? Where was the rightness in that? The riders gave up their lives, but at least they got something out of it, those baby dragons of theirs. And after that they had freedom to go anywhere they wanted in the whole world.

So she hadn’t been ready to impress, and it turned out, her dragon wasn’t there anyway. That was fine. But there was still time.

But if she chose? If she limited herself?

”You need to choose what you want girl."

Maybe that was how it was when her Grandmother was young. She wasn’t Rylov, tied to a place from birth and due to an arrangement he had no voice in. She didn’t have a dragon to beholden her to the weyr alone.

Things are different now.

Things are different for her.

“Maybe.” Said outloud now, even if she maybe should have said them to her grandmother in the moment, “Maybe I choose all of them. The jungle, weyr, hold, and if someone’ll carry me, I’ll choose those places up North too. Until I’m ready, I choose them all.”