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Date Posted: 01:13:49 06/03/05 Fri
Author: Letimira - Kamariath ( Admiral Stockings )
Subject: Dreamers

Letimira stands by the clutch, half a dragonlength away. Seems like the Candidates had all drawn in upon the eggs as they dwindled, even after Shrineth�s initial warning against touching. Suddenly, the lass goes a bit misty eyed as she watches the fresh wave of hatchlings erupt from their mottled prisons. Three greens, two blues, a brown. The last green to emerge makes breath catch in the young Candidate's throat. Her demeanor is brilliant and her green hide glows like a Queen's! Oh, it would be so marvelous to Impress a dragon like that. The dark horse, the unexpected champion� more beautiful than the hide of the gold herself. But then again� she�s never seen a young, Impressible Queen up close before, who knows how she�d feel about it?

Letimira watches the elegant green go to an older girl, Mahiri. Ah, well� Mahiri deserved that beautiful little dragonet. The young girl had seen her talking to two unsure Candidates, and had given some self-confidence to both. One had Impressed a brown, hadn't he? Leti was sure she'd seen him around the lower caverns before. Sewing. He looked so happy with his partner� ah, but they all did. A little frustrated sigh escapes her. Was she too young, to fanciful? She swings her head from side to side and continues to follow the hatchlings.

The girl's grey-blue eyes trail the paths of the various young dragons, smiling at them as they bask in the presence of their new partners-for-life. One picks a young man she�d seen drudging in the caverns, that dark and strapping fellow. She lifts her petite hands to the sun and applauds as U�maro and his Quaroth walk out. A grin is left on her flushed face as both arms swing back to her sides. All remaining tendrils of angst and, yes, even jealousy, are forgotten.

But soon the hatching rush is over. Letimira lets her head fall, peering down at her white-robed chest and the toes of her neat sandals, which were almost too large. Admiral Stockings pokes his snout under her chin with a gentle quirr. In a moment of tenderness, she presses the bronze to her delicate collarbone. Full lips curl into a gentle smile. �Thanks, baby,� she coos, tickling the admiral under his chin before hefting him over one shoulder. Though he�s a young flit, he still manages to dwarf the girl. Her fingers wander aimlessly upon his golden-brown-green hide, eliciting a series of happy squealing.

When the sound of another egg splitting open reaches her, however, her dreams soar uncontrollably and she whirls, eyes instantly darting to the smallish beige shell. But it wasn�t dancing. The noise was coming from elsewhere. Fog-coloured eyes sweep the sands, looking for any rogue shell that was missed� until a golden wing arcs magnificently into the air, displaying the largest egg for all to see. There is a universal intake of breath that Letimira can�t help but join. Her daydreams all flee her as she�s simply snared by the heart stopping moment. It seems an eternity, but the Queen is free in a matter of swift seconds. Her heart leaps into her belly, then into her throat, where it promptly pounds twice as fast as it should be, but only after skipping a beat. The gold floated around the sands, her pale hide glowing with the light of a thousand stars, a thousand possibilities, a thousand dreams.

The Candidate reaches forward blindly, hands outstretching to the Queen, lips parted and drying rapidly out. But the hatchling takes no notice, her eyes upturned to the sky, chasing the clouds that scuttle like crabs across a brilliant blue beach. Pale greyish eyes follow the dragon wherever her legs may carry� which happens to be right towards her.

Letimira stumbles for a second when a voice invades her mind. Knees hit the smoldering sands and burn, but not so badly. Arms are lifted above her head as light � golden and white � wells and surges before her. A tiny squawk brings her round. The Admiral�s bronze body cuts through the sky, glimmering, as his spot is usurped by the massive skull of a golden dragon. Letimira! I am Kamariath!

The girl remains perfectly still until little claws pierce her back. Again, the firelizard brings her from her reverie. Letimira shakes blonde locks from her eyes. Kamariath lifts her head from her rider�s shoulder and instead buts against her torso. The girl grabs the great, knobby skull and is shakily hoisted to her feet. A little yelp escapes her at the young Queen�s inherent strength.

Applause?

Yes, my heart.

They�re� applauding for me? You?

Us.

Letimira finds her hands roaming all over the body of her dragon, who in turn delves into the mind of her rider. Admiral continues swooping in dizzying spirals over his Impresser�s head, a bronze halo above them. He whoops and chatters excitedly before landing upon Kamariath�s back, dashing up and down her spine before leaping to Letimira�s arms. The Queenrider spins, hugging him close, the world turning to a blur of golden hue and brilliance. Without realizing it, she begins laughing.

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