[ Senior Weyrwoman. Dany isn't certain what the titles mean (is Golden Ramoth some great horse, perhaps?), precisely, but she's curious enough about this bold, somewhat presumptuous woman to try her crystal for the first time. Cue a silver-haired young queen gazing into the feed, her eyes a strange shade of violet. ]

You are well-met, Lessa of Pern. [ Her voice is carefully pleasant, her face a neutral mask. She is holding court again. ] Such titles would only be claimed by a woman of great significance, I have no doubt. I would hear your strengths.

[ Delegation, Dany suspects. ]