Lucky was all but counting down the days until she was fifteen and therefore old enough to finally become a Candidate. Less than a Turn to go now. She had everything she needed to be successful: a family history of riders, enthusiasm, Alexander the not-so-domestic feline... she was only really missing one thing that other people seemed to have. A family. Oh, her mother was alive, she had living half-siblings that she hadn't seen or heard from in Turns, but that wasn't a family.
It was way too late to do anything to change that. Her mother had made her choices. Maze and Kanon had both gone off to other Weyrs. There wasn't anything wrong with growing up in the creche, but at least some kids there got frequent visits from their parents! They weren't stuck with ridiculous names that weren't even dignified enough for a pet, either.
She wasn't sure what this visit was going to accomplish. Maybe just getting it all off her chest? Either way, she had to confront her mother before she became a Weyrling someday. Why not now?
She knocked on the door to Lexien's weyr.