He brushes himself off hastily, gazing up at the dragon with misty eyes -- The Hatching Grounds

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Date Posted: 16:09:01 12/06/01 Thu
Author: K'man, Brunth, & Arkia
Subject: He brushes himself off hastily, gazing up at the dragon with misty eyes
In reply to: Brunth 's message, "The next one" on 12:04:25 12/06/01 Thu

"It's okay, Brunth, I was so worried." He trails off, gazing at his dragon.

That you wouldn't find me? Well, you found me! He bumps the boy's chest affectionately, and K'man laughs with true feeling for once. Suddenly, as though on the edge of his mind, he thinks about his sister.

"Arkia....she hasn't Impressed yet!" He calls, watching the lonely looking girl beside the sands.

She will, don't worry. FOOD! The brown calls to his new rider. Slowly, he waves to his sister before following his new lifemate out.

Arkia waves back, her eyes sparkling with joy at the sight of her brother with his new brown. She turns her attentions to the nest once more, perhaps things were looking up. Now K'man wouldn't be nervous ever again, he had done it, after all. Impressed. Maybe her turn would come soon. There was only to wait and watch, it was up to the young. Her eyes catch and search, as if seeking the one for her, and she barely brushes her fingers through her hair, as if quieting some inner sense. Your turn will come, look at them all! Gathering her wits, she hums to her own inner song, waiting and wishing, hoping and watching. Strange, to see her brother leaving without her. Strange, but somehow right. Maybe she was meant to be alone, to find her own path at last.

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