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Date Posted: 18:45:55 12/03/04 Fri
Author: Vivian
Subject: ConflictingEmotions

Vivian had laid her candidate's tunic out on the bed to be ready for the summons. She pulled it off, removing her other clothes in the process. She put her favorite boots on, the ones that had been given to her just before she had come to the Weyr.
She pulled her hair into a neat braid as she ran to the Grounds. The sand burned under her feet, making her wince even though she was wearing thick soled boots. Jewel flew above, circling the ground until she settled on a small rock at the entrance of the Hatching Ground.

Vvian bowed when she stood at the endge of the Candidate's semi-circle. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. The heat waas making her stomach churn. Shehad eaten heavily of meatrolls just moments before going to her room to roost Greyi for the moment and feed Joyce.

The heat from Rukbat was intense, warming her, then burning her. She could feel the glare from the white sand, in her yes, it felt like snow blindness. The wind was puffy, playing with the all-too light fabric of her garment. She felt naked out there, without her breeches and tunic on, and without her weapons. Weaposn weren't allowed on the Grounds, but she felt better with one in her hands. Made her feel more protected.

she felt a warm body land on her right shoulder, hooking a small paw over her ear. It was her tiny Jewel ,the green looking for other fire lizards. She didn't see any, so she sank down, and curled up into a small ball to go to sleep. Vivian tucked the little thing into a pouch sewn to the top of her boots, meant primarily for a flask, but there for all purposes. The green fit in there with room to spare, so Vivian slipped a small handful of sand under the green to cushion her. Leather was awfully uncomfortable to sleep in.

Vivian, terribly scared and desparately BORED plyed with her hair. She unbraided it, put it in a runner tail, put it in a bun, undid all that, let it hang loose, pinned on side up in a runner tail with the other loose, and undid that. She finally settled with leaving her wavy hair down,, and looped the thong over her left wrist.

How is it possible, at Five foot six inches tall, you must look down when talking to a man that claims to be five foot eight inches?

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