Da Hatching! -- Hatching Sands

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Date Posted: 10:05:24 03/28/05 Mon
Author: Zall, and flits.
Subject: Da Hatching!

Zall poked his head into the Hatching Grounds, and, seeing that no one was watching him, dashed in.

I'm twenty-one, older than most of the candidates here. Why am I nervous?

He tugged on his own braid, the red shining from his recent washing. He felt like a girl in this candidate's shift. It was a dress! And the braid didn't help either. At least the hint of a beard he was growing felt masculine.

I know why, because I want to Impress, and that's a odd thought for a journeyman tanner. And because I might be too old to Impress. But, there have been older candidates than me! Haven't there?

Tiger stirred- he was disturbing the hatchling. He stroked the smooth chocolate-coloured hide with a work-roughened finger. Tiger fell into deep sleep again.

Zall's hands resumed their fiddling with his braid, and he worried the leather tie off of the end. With the tie out of place, his hair began freeing itself from his braid. He let it, and began unworking his braid himself. The red hair hung to his waist now, rippling like any girl's. He hated to cut his hair because he liked.

Maybe a hatchling will Impress me?

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