Entering -- Hatching Sands

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Date Posted: 17:56:21 03/02/02 Sat
Author: Sira
Subject: Entering

Taking long, purposeful strides, Sira crossed the hatching grounds confidently. The look on her face was the normal one for her, seeming indifference and calm. Her step halted in front of the eggs, and her feet neither shifted nor showed any sign of discomfort. Inside, she was feeling much different. The soles of her feet flared with pain, though she had prepared well and added another piece of leather to the bottoms of her sandals. Loosen up. The thought was the first that came to her mind. She relaxed her stiff stance, unfolding her arms and placing an appropriately apprehensive look on her face. You scowl too much, Sira! Try to look friendly for once. were her mother's pervasive instructions. For once, Sira knew it would come in handy.Forcing a tiny smile onto her face, she relaxed a little, though she did not consent to moving her feet to alleviate the pain. Now all her attention was focused on the clutch; or, more specifically, the queen egg. Sira had always been one to push herself hard, but eh matter of the queen dragonet was of her hands.
It annoyed her.
She'd always been taught that she could achieve her dreams, but this was different, dream though it was. The golden hatchling would choose her own person, and nothing could influence her choice. Sira knew that much about dragons, at least. Her highest goal was that of Impressing a gold, but she sure wouldn't' complain if she Impressed any other color.
Her thoughts wandered off to the day she'd first decided she wanted to become a dragonrider, the best day of all her twenty-two years.
"Sira! Sira, come quick!" had been her brother's cry. Sira, glad for any interruption, had fairly thrown her sewing work down and raced outside of the Hold. (She'd later been told that running in a long skirt was very unladylike.) She�d stopped short outside the Hold�s stone walls, looking around for her brother. He was standing next to the wall, shading his eyes with his hand and looking out at the sky. Sira walked over to him, and he instantly grabbed her arm and pointed. �Look!� he hissed, his voice shrill with excitement. Sira shaded her eyes, too, and looked out over the hieghts. �There�s nothing there, Fellen,� she�d told him. He shook his head. �Keep looking!� he repeated. Sira turned back to the hights. After a moment, a flash of red-orange burst over the hieghts. Flame, searing the greenery from the hieghts. A flash of blue; then nothing. Fellen watched wide-eyed. �A dragon,� he�d whispered. Sira hadn�t been listening. She leaned back against the Hold wall and silently made a promise.
Someday she�d ride a dragon.
Well, Fellen had made the same promise, Sira thought ruefully. If only he�d not kept it! Aye, he�d been Searched, and Impressed a fine blue. And then the cursed sickness took him. Sira thrust that thought away from herself as if it was a poisonous tunnel snake. She�d not think of him, or the long-suppressed tears would overflow. Her attention focused again on the clutch, and she silently willed a dragonet to break free and choose her.

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Replies:

Smile... -- Sundrae, 20:18:24 03/02/02 Sat
- Nod -- Sira, 04:27:30 03/03/02 Sun
  - Grin... -- Sundrae, 09:17:57 03/03/02 Sun
    - Rolls her eyes -- Sira, 09:49:10 03/03/02 Sun
      - Smiles Dreamily... -- Sundrae, 11:36:19 03/03/02 Sun
        Nods in understanding -- Sira, 13:24:55 03/03/02 Sun
        Watches -- Sundrae, 13:58:05 03/03/02 Sun
        Shakes her head -- Sira, 15:52:53 03/03/02 Sun
        Sensitivity... -- Sundrae, 18:19:42 03/03/02 Sun
        Hesitant -- Sira, 04:48:25 03/04/02 Mon
        Releif... -- Sundrae, 12:34:16 03/04/02 Mon
        Re: Releif... -- Sira, 14:19:37 03/04/02 Mon
        Smile... -- Sundrae, 16:01:52 03/04/02 Mon
        Re: Smile... -- Sira, 17:41:35 03/04/02 Mon
        Understanding... -- Sundrae, 19:21:01 03/05/02 Tue
        Laughs -- Sira, 04:43:14 03/06/02 Wed
        Scratches her Head... -- Sundrae, 19:26:56 03/06/02 Wed
        Nods -- Sira, 12:05:01 03/08/02 Fri
        Ambitions... -- Sundrae, 08:10:01 03/09/02 Sat
        Re: Ambitions... -- Sira, 14:29:49 03/09/02 Sat
        Smile... -- Sundrae, 20:35:11 03/09/02 Sat
        Re: Smile... -- Sira, 04:23:36 03/10/02 Sun
        Frown... -- Sundrae, 18:20:49 03/10/02 Sun
        Re: Frown... -- Sira, 04:34:42 03/11/02 Mon
        Definately... -- Sundrae, 15:07:32 03/13/02 Wed
        Re: Definately... -- Sira, 15:37:54 03/13/02 Wed
        Giggle -- Sundrae, 15:03:47 03/14/02 Thu
        Re: Giggle -- Sira, 16:53:57 03/17/02 Sun
        Nods... -- Sundrae, 15:54:40 03/18/02 Mon
        Re: Nods... -- Sira, 11:06:27 03/19/02 Tue
        Grins... -- Sundrae, 18:58:47 03/19/02 Tue
{same Sira from DRoP? Or no?} (NT) -- the annoying 'chelle, 05:50:20 03/03/02 Sun
- Nope! Didn't even know there was a Sira there. (NT) -- Dawn, 09:50:47 03/03/02 Sun