Better late then Never? -- Igen Hatching Sands

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Date Posted: 21:54:05 12/21/01 Fri
Author: West
Subject: Better late then Never?

He runs in, legs pumping furiously, not having time to change into the traditional white robes of a Candidate. The heat slows his movements, and yet he continues pressing onward, shifting his weight in the thin sandals, determined to impress, he pulled at his shirt, already sweating, his eyes go wide as he witnesses the last two impressions upon the Sands, two queens...
He stood amazed, not knowing much about dragons, having grown up as far away from them as possible so it seemed, but nevertheless, he still knew, that two Golds in a clutch, must be rare from the expression upon the Weyrwoman's features. He stood now in the circle that had once been a ring of candidates, and gazed at the remaining eggs, be there any and took in a deep breath.
He had come here on his own accord, he had chose, his family had agreed, waving him off with grinning faces, the younger ones staring awed, but they had no reason to be in awe. He had done nothing to deserve their waves and cheers, their support, and soon, he was sure, soon, he would be the one in awe, perhaps of a mighty beast?
He smiled and looked around, seeing none to talk to and then with yet another grin, wiped his hands on his shirt, and touched a cracked eggshell, gently as if a breath may have withered it. Then returned his gaze to the clutch that grew smaller one hatchling at a time.

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