| Brilliant
white hide flashed in the sunlight as Shiro's grey eyes watched his fire lizard
warily. Ransack chirped brightly, as her eyes whirled with blue and green.
"Don't even think about it." He told her warningly. The white flit was
eyeing the boy's lunch hungrily, and today, Shiro was not willing to share. He
was distracted, however, by the sound of a bronze dragon bugling anxiously from
the direction of the hatching sands.
Shiro looked up hopefully. People were
starting to stop what they were doing and head towards the hatching sands. That
means the clutch must be hatching!
In her owner's distraction, Ransack
snatched a peice of meat from Shiro's plate as he turned back to her, eagerly
gobbling it down. "Ransack, get away from there!" Shiro scolded her as he waved
her away from his food with a wave of his hand. "Oh, never mind, I have to get
to the hatching!" He jumped up, wandering whether there was enough time to go up
to his room and get his white candidacy robe. He decided that no, there wasn't
enough time. He rushed into the hatching sands with everyone else. There was no
way he'd be left standing, without a dragon. Again...
The gold mother lay
curled around her large clutch of eggs, eyeing the candidates suspiciously.
Shiro wondered, if...no, when, he Impressed, what color his dragon would be.
Defintely not a green, he thought to himself amusedly, that was for sure.
Perhaps a blue, or even a brown? He had decided long ago that he wasn't going to
hope for a bronze. Not only because he didn't think he was worthy of one, rank
didn't really matter that much to him, but bronzes were too serious, too
literal-minded for the young theif. It'd spoil all his fun. No, a brown or blue
would do just fine.
Abruptly, two eggs began to rock at once, and the larger
one slammed against it's smaller neighbor. The dragonet inside the smaller orb
creeled out in distress, before the green's chosen ran to comfort her.
The
larger egg cracked, revealing a large, brightly-colored blue dragon. Shiro
watched as the dragon raced to the males and chose his rider.
Another large
pair of eggs rocked wildly as Shiro watched. The spinning eggs gradually came
towards each other, and Shiro winced, along with some other candidates, when the
eggs crashed into each other, spilling two dizzy brown dragons onto the
sands.
One of the browns shook his head, and his eyes fell on the still
startled Shiro. I'm
dizzy. The large brown
complained as Shiro helped him to his feet.
He grinned. "I'm sure your
friend over there is just as dizzy, Faharith." Sh'ro said, nodding at the other
brown, who staggered around before bumping into his rider.
Faharith just
snorted as his rider helped him off the sands, to where food was waiting for
both of
them. |
