She runs in, hoping she isn't too late. -- Honshu Sands

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Date Posted: 18:41:47 01/01/02 Tue
Author: Khavarra
Subject: She runs in, hoping she isn't too late.

She trips and nearly falls, but she skids to a halt, willing herself to be more civilized. "Dragon dung, what if I'm too late?" She sits, panting after her long run. "Blast it all."

Why had she bothered leaving? Her clan had provided, but she sought more. Her bossy personality and firey nature had always led her to lead others, but alas her clan was not to be led by a 'tempermental' fourteen year old. Her frizzy flaming red hair is pulled back in a pony tail, and she searches her pack for something to munch on. She comes up with some beef jerky. She hoped her dragon wouldn't be picky. She hoped it would be pretty but almost slapped herself for thinking something so girly. If this dragon life was not to be for her, she would look into something else. She had rented a Runnerbeast to get here, but nearly ran it over a wherry. No wonder Gramps never let her drive the wagon. She grins as she remembers Gramps sending her on her way. The family had waved her off, happy to see her persuing her goals. All 12 flaming red heads had filed out to say bye. Even Thomick. Thomick was the youngest, about four. Father and Mother and Gramps raised all 9 of us, with only minor problems. She hoped she and her dragon could get hatchlings, how cool would that be? She sits back, chews on beef jerky, and daydreams about big golden dragons swirling around amidst green and blue ones.

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