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Date Posted: 08:55:05 10/05/01 Fri
Author: Allindar, Mejin
Subject: -Enters the Sands-

§Allindar entered the Sands, the movements well known to him now. He'd been through these
steps once, and in his mind many times. His eyes flickered over to the egg shards laying in two
somewhat neat piles. His hands clenched compulsivly, jaw firming. The eggs had started to hatch.
Mejin had been right. Maybe here he could at least talk to somebody. The experience at Honshu
had been one to forget. Traces of people, but no one really there. Even if Raia tells his father,
even if his father finds the note, he would be too late to find him unImpressed. But first the Lord
of Benden would have to notice he was gone before he could do anything. By the time he found
him, he'd be with his Own. Allindar brushed a stray strand of hair from his face, letting the first
thought that surfaced play in front of his eyes. Bad choice.§

§A blonde haired boy stared out a stone rimmed window, squinting defiantly into the sun.
How dare it shine! By all respects it should be raining, or at least one or two clouds in the sky. It
could at least mourn for his mother. He turned on his heel, little 10 turn-old feet carring to his
father's office. His father should be mourning, too. Not playing around with those silly figures of
his. The boy turned the handle, shoving the door open.§ "Daddy! Why're you working? Shouldn’t
we be taking care of Mommy?” §Lord Kallendel sighed, putting his quill down and rubbing the
ink off his hands.§ “Son, I can’t right now. At least not outside. Inside I’m mourning just as much
as you are. Right now I have to tend to the Hold. Why don’t you go help your brothers and sister
mourn?” §Allindar brighten, nodding. With a breezy goodbye, he closed the door and ran out.
Instead of going to his room, however, he ran outside. Climbing up a ledge, he curled up into a
familiar niche, letting the dammed tears flow.§
§He remebered Lady Natierian well. Lithe and pretty with expressive green eyes. Her raven hair
had hung around the ends of her shoulder blades, giving her narrow face body. He had the same
raven hair at that time, but in his grief he bleached it to rid himself off all her memories. He still
had her green eyes, except his were less expressive, like his father’s eyes. They would always go
horseback riding. It was her that tought him to stay on the saddle, to groom a horse, to care for
one. Remebering that, 10 turn-old Allindar uncurled from his spot making his way over to the
former Lady Natierian’s roan bay. She nickered at him, lipping at his hair. His face twitched, as if
trying to smile, but nothing appeared. He slipped into the stall, brushing out the horse’s mane and
tail. The birds in the stall bording twittered quietly, then flapping off. They reminded him so much
of--of Bane and Imorian, his mother’s firelizards. A blue and a gold. The gold fitted her so well. It
had been a shame to see them flit between in despair when she left. He choked back a sob,
putting the brush down and scampering out of the stalls to who knows where.§
§Eventually he reached the top of the battlements, loking over the lush lands. In a way, he
thought, the land was celebrating his mother. Flowers sprang up in their normally dormant times,
blooming into full, glorious flowers. He breathed in the smell, able to smile. Maybe the sun had a
right to shine. Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.§

§Allindar lokoed around, swiping at a random tear provoked from the memory. There would be
no one like Lady Natierian. But that was eight turns ago. He was 18, he should be able to handle
it. He forced himself to look at each of the Candidates, sizing them up for appearence until he
could really get to know them. Mejin, the green flit on his shoulder, cheeped quietly, not wanting
to pull attention to her master. That would be bad. Someone had to come of their own free will.
Or maybe Allindar was thawing. Maybe he would manage to speak to someone for a change.§

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