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Date Posted: 20:29:33 05/18/01 Fri
Author: Chavala
Subject: The girl stumbles in. . .

Her tired hazel eyes scan the empty Hatching Sands. Already on the verge of collapse, this unencouraging sight almost sent her over the edge. She would still be required to wander. . .? Her eyes turn upward in a plea for help. Never accepted by her father, unable to be loved by her dead mother, Chavala is at the end of her tether. If she cannot Impress, what will be left for her? A life as a drudge? No; she shook her head vehemently at that thought. Never a drudge's life. Despite her insecurities, she decides then and there that she will stay in Weyr life, whether as rider or helper in the Lower Caverns. There is a sense of security here, the kind of which she has never been allowed to feel. She lies in the sand, staring up at the cloudless aquamarine sky, reveling in her sense of somehow belonging. She didn't know how she fit in, but she was going to find out. After soaking in the sunny warmth of the sands for a moment longer, the slim girl stands, brushing off the loose folds of her green dress that hide her growing woman's body. Setting her face resolutely toward the Weyr, she heads for the Beach, determined to get a taste of Impression at the least. . .

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