She stumbles in, her oddly trailing movements leaving furrows in the sands... -- The Hatching Grounds

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Date Posted: 22:22:15 12/06/01 Thu
Author: Unu
Subject: She stumbles in, her oddly trailing movements leaving furrows in the sands...

A foot weary of travel snags on some loose stone and the girl loses her balance, toppling into the sand. Heaving herself up among mutters and brushings, she snarls at herself for already dirtying her robes. Glancing at the others, she attempts to curtsy prettily in apology, sighing at her less than punctual appearance.

I'm here now. Mayhaps late is better than none. But maybe they've all Impressed. She heaves a sigh as she glances about, eyes sweeping the surroundings with an unknown hunger. There were still Candidates, she noted with relief, all females like herself. No doubt they had been here much in advance, which secured them a quicker knowledge of the eggs, exactly the fissures to search for when it was time to witness a hatching. Did any Egg claim any Rider? Was that true? Was this the level ground, where nothing save merit mattered? Not even breeding? She hoped so, because her blood was something to hide, sneer at,bury, and boil alive. If it came to blood, she might as well dive into the caverns of ice than to come here. Heager face darkens with the very idea of her father, the jeering Gainop with his pudgy unscrubbed face.

Instinctively she curls to herself, muttering and whispering the promises that held her so long against the anger of her fifteen turns. The other girls, they could hold their heads high and be confident in their Impressions. She needed a grip on herself to be confident of standing up straight. Braving the turmoil within her, she musters a cheerful hello, not really centered on anything. The nest consumes her vision like a flame to a new pile of brush, and she heads closer, enticed and hypnotized. Her eyes fill with the wonder of the eggs, and the crescent half smile she had trembled upon entering waxes full as her eyes drink everything in.

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