%The femme ran onto the Sands% -- The Hatching Grounds

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 15:33:44 10/13/01 Sat
Author: Riyana
Subject: %The femme ran onto the Sands%

%A grin played upon her face before disappering as she attempted to stop, but instead skidded onto the Sands, landing on her butt. The amiable smile shone as she laughed at her fall, brushing the sand off the white Impression robe, thrown on at an odd angle in her rush to get here before all the eggs were Impressed. The robe hung off her right shoulder and the dirty blinde hair fell out of the ponytail that held it captive. Pulling her robe on correctly over her other garments, she put her hair up in a bun, letting the stray bits that were too short fall in front of the green hues. It was then that the heat of the Sands became known to her, she hopped from foot to foot, finally beginning to get used to the sting before she walked briskly away from the entrance toward the eggs. She was 17 turns old, a good age-or so her father told her-to Impress. There was nothing special about her. She came froma holdless family in a caravan that traded with the local holds, usually passing by the Weyr. She got her first glimpse of a dragon during a Threadfall. The caravan was hiding out in a cave for the remainder of that Fall, and she and her friends snuck to the front to watch. The sight of the bronzes, browns, blues and greens that rose on the thermals, only for some to dive back down amongst his fellows, breathing fire at Thread that had escaped the keen eyes of others. She grinned, knowing she was here living out her dream to be a dragonrider, and she knew no fear or anxiety. I'll Impress, I know I will...Ambling toward the rocking eggs, the dark green hues, alive and sparkling with excitement, roved over each of the spheres that sat there, waiting for their lifemate to arrive. Passing the time, she guessed the colors of those who had yet to crack their shells. The orbs reached the lustrous shell of the Queen Egg, sitting protected near it's mother's still form, the immense Queen's eyes swirling as she watched her children Impress and leave her. Wonder what she thinks about all this. The grin played across her face once more. She always had that foolish sort of look about her, being slightly short for her age, lanky and agile with a strange expression always written in the grin upon her face. The green eyes seemed inteligent when she smiled, like she was hiding a secret that you'd never figure out, while she grinned. The grin was lopsided, her lips quirking up more on one side that the other, and her teeth had grown in oddly. The front top teeth were fine, but her canines were too long and her bottom teeth were crooked. Vanity was a term she didn't know, and her looks never bothered her in the slightest bit. She walked closer to eggs, reaching out to stroke one as she walked amidst them, the grin fading slightly as she thought of her parents. Wonder what they're doing now... She smiled, thinking of how her little brothers cheered when she said she was leaving, and they would have to ride in front of the caravan with their father instead of walking. They were twins, and though saddened by her departure, they would find a way to cope with it. The priveleges of being eldest were bestowed upon them, and they had been overjoyed.%

"So...where are you gonna go?"
"To Xanadu, to Impress a dragon."
"And if you don't..."
"I will."
"So we get to ride the horses now with father?"
^Riyana grinned at the boy, younger than his brother by two minutes at most..^
"Yeah, that's right."
^The two looked at eachother, grins lighting up their tanned faces as they ran back to the caravan, hysterical with glee. Riyana grinned and walked over to the green who had Searched her, swinging up as the dragon launched itself into the sky and Between^

%She smiled, knowing her brothers were probably riding with their father, oblivious to the tension that hung in the Sands where she stood. So many nervous people, so doubtful about whether they'd Impress or not. She had no qualms, no doubts about her Impression. If I doubt myself, then I'll back down about wanting to be here, and none of my goals will ever be met. She turned her attention on the others who were still there, watching the eggs in earnest, straining with them. An eyebrow quirked higher than it's partner as she watched the anxious movements of the others as their firelizards sat in the area, trilling and humming a higher note than the dragon's hums. Many of the eggs had begun to shake, and shards of the past Impressed still lay on the ground in shards, shining in the heat of the day. Stand and wait, stand and wait, the hardest part of an impression most likely. Can't rush these dragons though.. Riyana sighed, boredom setting in. She turned toward the other Candidates, the green orbs hazy in though. Might as well make some friends, seeing that I'll be staying with them for quite awhiled after this. She grinned again and set off toward the pair that stood watching the eggs, waching for another to break it's shell...%

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]