*The sands begin to warm once more as eggs start to hatch at an alarming rate... The Gold bugles the most cheerful note ever uttered...* -- Honshu Sands

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Date Posted: 13:38:26 12/31/01 Mon
Author: Wrath
Subject: *The sands begin to warm once more as eggs start to hatch at an alarming rate... The Gold bugles the most cheerful note ever uttered...*

*A slightly larger egg then most of those that have been hatched begins to crack. A forceful blue head shoves through the shell and peers around, blinking shards of eggs from it's eyes as it creels loudly. Shoving both blue forelegs out at the same time and scrambling out of the egg quickly its eyes swirl a sharp blue. It's hide is slightly dulled, but amazingly healthy for the length of time it was within the egg, and the greyness is hard to see... seeing as the blue is such a deep navy color. The Queen bugles again. The Blue hatchling was huge! Oversized... and extremely close to the size of most brown hatchlings. Peering up at it's mother the Blue shakes once, removing the rest of the annoying egg bits off. It twists its head around, and its eyes fix upon the one who was once a harper. Though hungry and somewhat exausted it gallops towards Samma... Butting into her with a surprising strength. You impress me Samma. I am Wrath. Food would be appreciated.

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Her jaw drops in shock. -- Samma and Wrath, 14:04:22 12/31/01 Mon