<font color=gold>^Never^Here^Never^More</font> -- Hatching Sands

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Date Posted: 18:57:58 04/27/05 Wed
Author: Davan
Subject: ^Never^Here^Never^More

"Mrush, shhh," Davan whispered to the slightly squawking green. He inserted a morsel of meat between her 'lips', so to speak.
Fourteen eggs hatched. three bronzes, one brown, four blue, and six green. So far, none had shown any interest in him. Two girls had gotten mauled by a rather temperamental green. She had been Impressed by one of the boys.

He cradled the smalled willow-green Mrush in his arms, He knew he probably looked stupid, but he was no longer acting Lord Holder of Bitra. No, that had ended when his cousin took over. He should have known- no, he didn't want to go there. But he knew what he was thinking. He should have known that the Conclave would choose him when he parted with the marks that paid the assassins.

You killed your own father. What kind of person does that? he wondered to himself. Then he answered himself, Me, I guess.

He looked at the tiny green cardled in his arms, and smiled. The small change in his features looked alien on his normally scowling face. Now that he looked at the delicate female, his mind altered dramatically.
He had been brought up to believe that to Impress was bad; and doubly so if you got a green. But, looking at the little one he was lucky enough to have attached, he thought that a green wuld be just as great as a blue, brown, or even a bronze.

What would your father say?

Davan was getting tired of his concious.
His father would have said that he was crazy even being here. He would have taken away his son's runner, and forced him to work like a drudge. Probably out with the herdbeasts. His father had known of his innate dislike of the lumbering beasts.

((He's still a brown and broze candidate, but I think I'll include green with them. Ah, I'm feeling expansive today. Comes from feeling happy, I guess. I had a great date last night.))

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