brimstone81
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Post by brimstone81 on Oct 26, 2006 22:41:48 GMT -5
(The day before Sharieth rose)
Panthea was making her bed. She pulled up the bland blankets and tucked it under the pillows. She smoothed out the wrinkles and smiled softly. She sat carefully down and laid looking up at the ceiling. She sighed, closing her eyes. There was a clutch on the sands, but there was no queen egg. She didn't Impress last time there was a queen egg, though she thought Tujal was very suitable. She was too young when the last queen was hatched anyway. She was worrying about Impressing, she might not get a chance at all. And she had no craft to fall back on. She had decided that she would try to work with the Headwoman if she didn't Impress. But she hoped it wouldn't come to that. No, she had to try again, and she would make sure she behaved so that she could stand. She didn't really worry about what would happen when she stood on the sands. The worst she could do was get mauled. She just wanted her chance.
She opened her eyes slowly. She thought she heard somebody.
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