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Date Posted: 10:38:42 12/01/04 Wed
Author: The clutching green
Subject: Clutch!

Grenith had been keeping her watchful eyes on the eggs that she curled around. Though she knew that fire-lizards of her colour were not the type to stay and defend the nest, she was different. These eggs were hers. She had to make them survive. She had turned them, listened to them, flicked from each shell every speck of dust or sand that she saw, and only ate when she was absolutely certain that they would not be touched.

So she was aware as their shells hardened, and she woke after a few hours of light sleep to find that they were ready to hatch. She didn’t know how she was aware of that, she just knew it in every fibre of her body.

But would they Hatch? In queen clutches there was the occasional dud, but what if all the hatchlings in the eggs could not break out? What if the shells were too thick for a young dragon sired by a blue and mothered by a green? Would they be strong enough? She was big for a green, but what size would they be?

She had to stop worrying. The eggs would be fine. She was their mother!

{G’rein…} She nudged her rider as he lay on his mattress on the sand, asleep. He had refused to leave her even for a second during the wait, and now he woke with a start.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

{The eggs will hatch. Alert the Weyr!}

All thoughts of sleep gone, G’rein ran from the grounds to get the Candidates. The eggs were ready to Hatch!

((Does this work?))

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