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Date Posted: 16:20:55 04/14/05 Thu
Author: Geonen
Subject: Oh.. oh my. Oh dear.

Oh, shards.. this isn't going well at all.. I'm sure none will pick me, but at least I'm here early.

Short legs carry Geonen's chubby little body into the sands, where the heat hits him like a wave. He winces, lips parted and chapped as he pants, try desperately to cool down. The white Candidate's robe is taut around his girth, but hangs down to far on sleeve and hem, proof of his short height and youth. Curled locks are coated in sweat as he attempts to wipe it from his red, nubbly forehead. By now he's used to his ugly appearance.. but he's still depressed by it. Geonen lifts both arms and checks beneath them, blushing to find sweat stains already present. Oh, double shards.

Fingers drag through the tight curls, hoping to make them at least a little more presentable. He fails, of course, because you really can't tame that sort of hair. A sigh flutes from his throat, and he sniffles, pawing at a red-lined eye. Stupid allergies, he mumbles and trots closer to the clutch, hopping enough so that the heat can't burn through the thin soles of the required footgear.

Then the beige shells can be seen more clearly, and an empty sort of wonder starts to fill him. He goes numb.. falling still, not seeming to notice the hot sands anymore, staring at the eggs. The boy even seems to forget to worry.

But that's gone in a few moments. Soon he realises the hulking body of Shrineth poised above and the heat rushes back to his face in a full-out flush. He stumbles backward and drops into a weak bow, but says nothing for his throat goes very dry. Idle hands pluck at a few loose threads on his Candidate's robe, and instantly he considers leaving to mend them, for needlework is second nature and pretty much the teased boy's only release.

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