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Date Posted: 11:28:17 04/14/05 Thu
Author: Tobas
Subject: First? Just my luck...

Robe: on. Hair: it’ll do. Face: Not bad, no spots as of now. Voice: Better not speak. May end in hideous cracking…What the? A hand tapped Salty’s shoulder as he was hurrying to the Hatching Sands, and he spun to see the smiling face of his sister. Placing her hands on his shoulders to keep him still she then proceeded to neaten his hair and candidate robe, chuckling when he ducked away.

“You have to look nice!” She told him firmly, grabbing him again and putting the finishing touches to his hair. “Or they’ll think you don’t respect them.”

So the young man stood there and let his sister tidy him up. Lots of people had trouble understanding Elly’s unclear speech, but after having heard her his whole life, he always knew what she was saying. When she finally released him he smiled winningly at her. “Done?”

“Done.” She switched to sign language – it was easier. [And I don’t want to have spent my precious time practicing how to say T’bas for nothing!]

[You what?]

[They change your name when you Impress, see? And go on, you’ll be the first!]

Her last statement made Tobas (it was strange being called that – he’d always hated his name) turn and look out into the Hatching Ground, swallowing nervously when he saw that he would indeed be the first out there. How could he go out there in front of all those people and be the first? He may have been fairly confident, but being the first out there in front of all those people?

[You can do it. Go on.] Elly gave him a sharp push in his back, which almost made him stumble into the sand. But he recovered his balance at the last minute, and was able to make an almost dignified – if cautious – entrance to the enormous place. Trying not to dwell on where he was (if he thought about it too hard, his head might explode), he nervously walked over the sand to get nearer the clutch. Bowing respectfully to the queen dragon, all he could do was stand where he was and wait for the other candidates to join him. And for the eggs to hatch. He’d have to find his friends – talking relived tension. And I don’t want my head to explode. It would get all over the sand. “See that dark patch there? That was where a candidate who thought too much met his early demise…”. Shells.

Waiting is not fun.

((Uh...He's not really the green type, but if you give him one I won't hold it against you...))

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