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15.Oct.18, 11:33 AM
So many greens! It didn’t matter to Vessaelia that green was first or dominated, like they so often did anyway, because she was only there for the gold. She was happy everyone was finding their mates, of course! She would never wish something bad on dragon or human but she was there for the gold and to hopefully be chosen amongst the wide variety of women. That thought made her scope out the competition again. She’d done that at every lesson or get together they had since all being assembled for the Hatching and still she didn’t know what to think of everyone and if she was horrible for essentially ranking them in terms of what she felt was the perfect goldrider.
She really wasn’t a conceited sort of person but not many ranked above herself, which was placed near the top of course. Some of the girls were too brash, some too much of a tomboy, some probably not smart enough to learn the job, some too weak in mind and spirit to handle the pressure. Okay, she was horrible. She had decided some of the girls weren’t smart or even pretty enough for the role of goldrider and she chided herself for doing that. That was far too mean-spirited for her usual thoughts and for each one she had thought such things about, she mentally complimented them as she sought them out with her gaze. They were pretty, they were clever, or they had unique quirks that made them stand out. Any one of them could make the little gold dragonet happy.
But she still wanted to bond to her.
She hadn’t Stood in three turns and desperately wanted to Impress now. She worked so hard to show the Weyr she was useful and perfect to how they viewed what the woman should be like as well. Oh please, please, please hatch soon and pick me! She chanted the wish over and over, side stepping away from the group a little bit so she could get a better view on the golden egg. Did it seem like it had larger cracks in it than before? Any moment now and they would see the darling girl and she’d come bounding toward their group…
Oh please, please, please pick me.
She really wasn’t a conceited sort of person but not many ranked above herself, which was placed near the top of course. Some of the girls were too brash, some too much of a tomboy, some probably not smart enough to learn the job, some too weak in mind and spirit to handle the pressure. Okay, she was horrible. She had decided some of the girls weren’t smart or even pretty enough for the role of goldrider and she chided herself for doing that. That was far too mean-spirited for her usual thoughts and for each one she had thought such things about, she mentally complimented them as she sought them out with her gaze. They were pretty, they were clever, or they had unique quirks that made them stand out. Any one of them could make the little gold dragonet happy.
But she still wanted to bond to her.
She hadn’t Stood in three turns and desperately wanted to Impress now. She worked so hard to show the Weyr she was useful and perfect to how they viewed what the woman should be like as well. Oh please, please, please hatch soon and pick me! She chanted the wish over and over, side stepping away from the group a little bit so she could get a better view on the golden egg. Did it seem like it had larger cracks in it than before? Any moment now and they would see the darling girl and she’d come bounding toward their group…
Oh please, please, please pick me.
