((*Watches as her char is yanked from the Joining board to here* Might as well just come here, J'bari did say anybody was welcome.)) -- The Hatching Grounds

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Date Posted: 23:40:00 09/27/01 Thu
Author: Allirea
Subject: ((*Watches as her char is yanked from the Joining board to here* Might as well just come here, J'bari did say anybody was welcome.))

+Allirea walked onto the Sands, the crystalline grains heating her sandals and burning the undersides of her feet. Balling slender fingers into fist she clenched her teeth and continued onward, the white robe billiowing against her legs, though the light fabric did little to ease the heat. The sun beat down pon the bleached strands, flashing in the snowy hues and relecting dully off the shells of the recently laid eggs. What a sight, the wonders scattered about atop the sand, the brilliant Queen amongst them, oculi whirling dangerously with every step the femme took toward the precious children of hers lying dormant in their shells. The rarest of smiles flickered across the ever stoic expression, one of half joy, half smug attitude, pleased with the fact that, even though her parents tried to shatter her dreams, she had been able to keep one and see it through, mingled with the utter exhileration of an Impression. Small flits, their colors widespread, chirped and flew through the Hatching Grounds, chattering in someway or another. She knew these creatures, her brother had close to 3 or 4, maybe more since she had last seen him. The flits had always been deemed a nuisance in her eyes, and it wasn't her desire to own one anytime soon. She settled back into a small alcove in the wall, watching and waiting and thinking, allowing herself to sink into the well of hatred she'd made herself, quite happy that there was no one there yet, or that they were perhaps somewhere else.+

"Alli, how many times must I tell you not to go into the stables" Her father, a strangely slim man although dominant in the family and unusually short tempered, was standing with her outside the stables, yelling as usual.
"I have a horse in there too you know. Don't speak to me like I'm still 7 years old Pellegar."
This would always earn the contemptuous youth a rather forceful slap across the face, followed by the proper, "Don't talk to me in that manner" scolding, but today it would be different. She promptly ducked, hitting the man she should have called father in the stomach with the power to knock any dragonrider senseless for about 10 to 20 minutes, but her father, being of a weaker build and almost elderly, was dealt a blow that could keep him down for hours. She ran into the stables, thick boots resounding across the floor to the high vaulted ceiling, to her rother's horse. the stallion was faster than the runt of a mare that her parents had "given" her, and wouldn't go lame at inopurtuned times. Allirea dismounted after riding for miles, unbridled the horse, and set it free before turning to start up the trail...

+The femme looked up, cold eyes watching every corner, picking out details. Still no one came, she had seen others, all males, walking in the direction of the Table. Deciding she could use something to eat and scope put who she was to be standing with she exited toward the Tables, her stomach acting as a guide.+

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