Noooooooooo! *pant pant pant* -- Hatching Sands

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Date Posted: 21:30:32 05/31/05 Tue
Author: Mahiri
Subject: Noooooooooo! *pant pant pant*

Mahiri was asleep.

Yes that's right. Quietly dozing away in a sliver of shade, her sweaty back molded to one corner; her robe clung to her in patches, wet and showing through to her clothes underneath. Short locks of deep brown hair plastered theselves to her forehead, temples and neck, and one of the three feathers had fallen and stuck right by her left nostril. A fine looking thing, most definitely, slack jawed and possibly drooling...errr...sweating from the mouth, heh. Her legs were tucked close beside he, sweaty and sandy as well, more tanned than usual from the long wait in the heat of the day; Mahiri's arms were folded amongst her robes across her lap, her head falling to one side as she leaned back against the not even moderately cool wall. What startled the young female into consciousness? Well first the two new hatchlings, but she promptly went back to sleep after that one. However, when four new arrivals split their shells and caused a tumultuous uproar, the sheer noise welling up from such a prolonged period of silence was enough to fully awaken the nineteen Turn old Mahiri. She snorted slightly, squinting and rubbing her eyes feverishly, blinking away offending eye boogers and straining to see the hatchlings as they found lifemates. A thrill of panic shot down Mahiri's spine and she rose to her feet in a flash. And in just as quick a flash she was back on the sand, dizzy and seeing spots from standing up so quickly after sleeping and being already overheated enough. Mahiri clutched at the wall and drug herself back up, sighing a little, frustrated with her weakness. Another sigh and she let go of the wall, running her fingers through her hair and fixing it at least to the point where it wasn't sticking to her. She shook free of her Candidate's robe, shaking it out a little bit to free it of sand and hopefully dry it off ever so slightly. She left the robe hanging from her shoulders, enjoying the feel of the hot wind against her sweaty arms and legs, as odd as it was.

Mahiri stepped out of her itty bitty alcove of shade and turned to look at the eggs almost dismally. Her bright green eyes darkened with anxiety. Four eggs left, the Gold egg and three others. With so many candidates, the mounting pressure seemed like it would crush the lithe female without a problem. She inhaled sharply, and exhaled slowly, closing her eyes and attempting to free herself from the massive amount of stress. Naturally, this didn't work. Deciding to just live with the stressful situation, Mahiri smiled up at the Queen dragon as she presided over the remaining Hatchlings, as stoic and as protective of the Gold egg as ever. It had yet to provide any signs of hatching at all, had not even given a little shake to entice the crowd. Could it have possibly been a dud? Mahiri shook her head clear of the daydreams that threatened to turn pessimistic.

This couldn't possibly last all that much longer.

Mahiri chuckled at her thoughts. Of course not, there were all of four dragon eggs left that had to hatch. Unfortunately, it was not like they had been given a time limit in which they had to do so. Mahiri squinted up at the horrendously clear sky. If only it would rain...or get cloudy or something. Mahiri longed to go take a nice dip in the ocean and cool off her burning skin, to scrub away all the grime and dirt and sand that had decided to collect with her sweat as it dried, salty and sticky. Mahiri scratched at the back of her neck and stuck her toe in the sand, already bored after thirty seconds or so of being awake and walking around again. But this was to be expected, to be bored, anxious, scared, tense and nervous among eight million other emotions that did nothing but cause more and more tension to build between her shoulders. This would only serve the purpose of making Mahiri want a really nice backrub.

When would it end?

((OOC: bleagh, not that great, but it's a post))

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