Weclome! -- The Hatching Grounds

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Date Posted: 22:20:43 12/05/01 Wed
Author: Arkia & Kuman
Subject: Weclome!
In reply to: Astra 's message, "Entrance..." on 21:44:56 12/05/01 Wed

Arkia strides purposefully over to the girl older than her by two turns, a warm grin on her face. "The Hatching is wondrous, isn't it?" Her grey eyes alight as she watches the other two Canidates leave. I don't think you're too late, I hope you aren't! This is so exciting!" Nodding assertively, she motions to the still full clutch with a trailing hand. She beams, extending a hand as her own dark red hair falls before her face and earnest open smile. "Though Impression is really up to the eggs, right?" She glances anxiously over at Kuman, whose face had gone positively white with concentration. "My brother over there is Kuman, and I'm Arkia. Best of luck!"

The tall boy waves at the newcomer faintly, his face centering back on the nest. His concentration always did like to center, and he didn't want to get anxious. Eggs were hatching, now, and maybe one would come to him. He gives an affirmative nod to his sister, though his being hovers anxiously over the eggs, a nervous look creeping into his steel eyes. What if he wasn't for one of these? No, silly talk. He could do it, he had the blood of the Whyfar in him, he had wanted this....oh, forever, it seemed like. He and his sister shared blood and dreams. The dreams of the rider. His heart sinks each time a hatchling travels to another, but it lifts at the thought of each other egg still left in the nest. His pale color tinges even whiter, the lava color of his hair stark against the skin.

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Smile... -- Astra, 13:27:28 12/06/01 Thu