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The 15 year old blonde quietly slips in, head bowed, not wishing to meet anyone's eyes. As she walks, she shifts her weight from foot to foot, trying to avoid the heat of the sands. Even through the thickness of the wherhide boots, she can feel the hot sands roasting her feet.
As she approaches the group of girls, waves of self-doubt flow through her mind. Why would a dragon choose me? she thinks to herself. She sighs. The other girls look so prepared, cool, and collected. How she wishes she could be one of them! Anneka had never been able to speak her mind; it wasn't that she's embarrassed or nervous about speaking aloud, she's just quiet by nature. She had always made herself practically invisible, and today was no exception.
When she finally reaches the group, she stays at the outer edge. Glancing around at her surroundings, she notices the mammoth golden dragon. Suddenly, a wave of relief flows through her; somehow, just looking at the dragon calms her down. She grins for the first time today. Maybe she would have a chance at Impression. With new self-confidence and her eyes sparkling, she nods to the queen and the Weyrwoman and steps into the circle around the egg.
As she watches the other riders Impress their dragons, she crosses her fingers. With any luck, today would be her day to bond with one of the magnificent beings. She wouldn't have to hide in the shadows anymore; she would finally be special...not just some lost orphan. She quickly brushes the thoughts away, reminding herself not to count her flits before they hatch. She doesn't even dare to think about Impressing the gold, not wishing to jinx it. She'd be satisfied with any dragon: green, blue, or gold. Not that she was against Impressing the gold; she just wanted to Impress a dragon.
Absentmindedly, she scratches her arm where a seam in the robe comes into contact with her skin. She almost immeadiately stops, reminding herself to act ladylike, not like a little girl anymore. OUCH! she almost screams out loud. The fiery heat from the sands had penetrated the think soles of her wherhide boots, and her feet are cooking. She shifts her weight over to her left foot, away from the burning pain of her right. Silently, she reminds herself to get thicker boots for the next Impression, if she doesn't Impress this time.