+Impression+ -- The Hatching Grounds

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Date Posted: 00:50:15 02/03/02 Sun
Author: Quitelian
Subject: +Impression+

+The black haired youth watched, hands in his pockets as the white robe billowed around his calves. Annoying piece of cloth it was, and it wasn't exactly helping to reduce the heat. Onyx hues scanned the crowd in the stands, the the remaining eggs, noticing every detail, from the shards that lay glistening in the sand to the intricate designs on the unbroken eggs that were still there. A small sigh escaped him as he felt the relief of getting there before the hatching was completely over. There certainly seemed to be an abundant amount of females, he thought as he watched a bronze Impress, letting his heart take over his mind for a moment as he visualized what fighting Thread astride the back of a bronze would be like. The heat brought him back to his sometimes painful reality. Many if not all of the bronzes had been Impressed by now, but color did not matter to him. A smile reached the corners of his lips, twitching them skyward for an istant before he was once agan stoic. He trod softly and quickly toward the eggs, lifting his feet clear of the scorching sand. The thin weyrhide sandals did nothing to block the heat, but he endured as he walked. Nothing would stop the male from Impressing.+

+Quitelian had been raised in a small hold off of Southern, and should have been used to walking on burning sands by this point in time. He was seventeen turns of age; able to fend for himself but seeking his parent's approval throughout his years on Pern. Fortunately, the two had consented and relenquished their hold on him, setting him free to go off on his on. Which was what he did, at the age of 16, exploring for a year until he heard of a place called Xanadu. The Queen had clutched and the Impression was coming soon. Too soon, so it had just occurred to him, to see the beginning of it. He was here now though, this was all that mattered. He would no longer be bound to the ground. How he wished to be free to fly, to share his life with a dragon. The stern face of the male revealed none of this, onyx eyes showing no hint of happiness.+

+In his youth, Quitelian had been compared to that of a wild cat. It was deemed extremely hard to get any emotion to show up through his facial features. The boy was reserved, but in no way did he seem to have some horrible past or malignant nature. He was just quiet-the stereotypical tall and dark character. None of this mattered to him; those who judged...were judgemental and shouldn't judge before having a good long conversation with someone. The queer smile reappeared, vanishing just as quickly. Why am I going over these useless pieces of informaion? He ambled foward, hands still in his pockets, coming ever closer to the radiant gold that sat before him. He uttered no sound, merely nodding his head and watching the eggs, hoping on would come to him...+

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