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Date Posted: 10:01:08 12/14/01 Fri
Author: Wessae
Subject: She enters the hatching grounds, her head held high and her chin trying not to quiver

"The Holds have no place for me, the Halls do not call to me. I want to Impress." Her eyes,which are the color of winter orchids drink in the empty sands, and her heart sinks slightly. "But I can wait. I can wait forever if that's what it takes. I will stay." She sighs with just a hint of sadness, but she takes to a side shelf bench, burying her toes in the warm sand. "It sure is different from elsewhere. Here I have no one. Unless..." She trails off her thought, gazing raptly at the sands. "But he went to Eastern Weyr, not here. Igen is the one I want."

Curling into a tight ball of knees and elbows, the girl reminisces on the day she had decided to go, to strike out.

It had been cold, the frost had danced teasingly with the municipal buildings. Her brothers were loading and crating herdbeasts, whose protestant bellows fogged the air.

"Where're you taking those?" A voice drunk with weariness issued from a dark space. The slight, slender young Wessae hovered at the door of the building, shoulder length hair mussled from sleep on her canvas and wherehide mattress.

"To the Weyr, 's our last shipment to 'em." Her brother Mylak's voice grunted as he pricked a stubborn rump with a prodder.

"The Weyr? Like in our games? With dragons?" Her voice rose with each question, excited and elated.

"Yeah, 'cept dad wanted to pull up stakes and move north. We'll be leaving Weyr country any day.."

To be continued, I have to go to school now!

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