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Date Posted: 20:20:18 12/19/01 Wed
Author: Caen
Subject: **Walks in, stance tense**

**Hands clench and unclench in sheer nervousness. It was stupid to have come here. What dragon would want her? Blond hair is tied up with a piece of leather that doesn't seem to do its job. Dark green eyes rove the Sands, but unlike most of the female Candidates here, they do not fall on the Golden Egg. She can see it glimmer in the far corner of her eye, and hope stirs unbidden in her. She fights it away, commenting in a self-deprecating manner under her breath.** "Oh you can't be serious Caen. The Queen. Come on. You'd be lucky for a green, let alone a Gold. Stop getting your hopes up like that." **She turns around to greet the Queen, nervously walking to her and bowing** “Y-you have a wonderful clutch. I’m sure you’re extremely proud” **As she walks away, sand burns at her thinly-clad feet, and sun beats down, making her a bit drowsy. She begins to recall the taunts and teases of former peers.**

**The boys came up from behind her as she looked at a drawing left on the floor of the hold. She was tracing the outline lovingly, sighing.**
"Awww. Does the little girl want a dragon when she grows up?" **Came the derisive, sneering voice. In her surprise, the drawing of the dragon fell to the floor unnoticed and the leader of the group bent down to retrieve it. He glanced at the drawing, then his eyes slowly crept up to meet hers, a smile set on his face that did not reflect kindness.**
”So. You think you’re going to Impress a gold, is that it? Dream on, runt. A firelizard wouldn’t pick you. Not even a green would choose you.” **The girl fought to keep the hot tears down, and the boy scowled. He had expected a tearful response. He had expected fright and sadness, and he was determined to get it. He would make her scared of him. He was the Holders son! She should be grateful he even talked to her at all. Swinging back his arm, he hit her in the lip, and the girl of 10 turns stumbled backwards, bleeding freely from the open wound. He hit her again in the arm, leaving a large bruise. A signal to the two other boys with him, and they jumped in. When they were finished with her and had walked away laughing, she got up painfully and picked up the beautiful drawing of the gold, spattered with blood.**

**Caen shuddered subconsciously, not so much cold as frightened. 8 turns had not diminished her fear of the Holder’s son, which was what lead her to leave the place. The boy was right however. She had never Impressed a firelizard, though she had tried many a time. The young ones seemed to sense her extreme nervousness, even in their shells. Each time she failed, Baeran would know, somehow he would know, and he would taunt her. Her feeling that she was not good enough had increased each time she went to a clutch, until she avoided them all together.**

”So you didn’t impress again, eh Caen? That’s right, isn’t it you worthless little runt?! You’re not good enough for the puniest little green ‘lizard. Remember when you thought you could Impress a gold dragon? **She had turned away, and he had hit her once again as he had done on the day he mentioned**

**The sound of laughter brought Caen back to the present, and she suddenly became aware that she was huddling in the sand, curled up into a small ball. She stretched out, wiping tears from her face before standing up again and wiping sand from the white robes.**

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