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Date Posted: 14:03:27 12/20/01 Thu
Author: Angele
Subject: ~wistful~

She watches, her eyes falling back to her notebook. All this was going to make her a great novel. But...it would be so much better....she bit her lip, eyes averting as she finished writing. This is all so wonderful and all...but still...she can't help but wish that she could get a dragon as well. She glared at her pen. Angele! Stop acting like this! You're only setting yourself up for dissapointment! One, you aren't of age. Sure, you'll be 14 turns in a short period of time, but you aren't fourteen turns yet, now are you? Second, you're not a bloody candidate! And you're not more special than anyone else watching the Hatching. It's a dream. Don't hurt yourself. Angele nodded. "You're right," she smiled to herself. "As usual." Her smile faded, her concentration driving entirely to her work....
She scribbled down an excerpt she could use later on in her story...

Shindra's gaze fell upon that of the Queen's egg. She watched as it rocked back on forth, slowly, but surely.
She wanted to reah out. Reach out and touch it. But she knew she couldn't. Her eyes were glued to it, and as a crack glimmered across it's Golden surface, anxiety clawed at the girl's back. Would she Impress?...

She stopped, eager to watch the next egg hatch.

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