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Date Posted: 01:07:28 06/01/05 Wed
Author: Lukas, Ranee, Emilla
Subject: *a place of one's own*

Lukas'as heart had leapt at the emergence of the brown. Such a lovely dark shade he was too. For a moment, he'd barely breathed as the small dragonet scrutinized him. But then the brown had passed on and the breath had gushed out in a disappointed sigh. Perhaps it was not to be after all. He had never pictured himself as a dragonrider. Maybe he was right. But there had to have been some reason for the searchdragons to have picked him right? He tried to look hopefull. Anything was better than how Emilla looked. She was leaning on Ranee, looking utterly defeated. All of the Harper ballads she'd sang about riding dragons were going through her head at this moment. At the emergence of the greens, she'd had some hope, but they'd found worthier lifemates than she she was sure. She tried not to cry, there were still eggs left after all, but she believed right then that she'd never felt so unwanted. Ranee however kept watching, vigilant eyes ever present on the few remaining eggs. She'd really liked the last blue that'd hatched, but she knew how rarely blues Impressed females so she wasn't so dissapointed when the small fellow had found the boy he liked. If she didn't Impress at this Hatching there were more in the future. And there were still eggs to hatch yet.

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