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"Imogene stand still!" Khajara scolded for the fiftieth time that hour. The young candidate was being fitted with new clothes for the upcoming hatching, and the silly girl wouldn’t stay put!

"Mum, I just want to see if Mocca’s behaving himself..."

"Imogene, Mocca is fine. How much trouble can a puppy get into?" Khajara reasoned. The 18 year old sighed and stood still... for a moment.

The woman finally managed to get the measurements she needed, then let her feisty daughter go.

The tom-boy adamantly refused to wear ‘such a prissy dress’ even if it were for the hatching of her maybe-future dragon. It had taken all of her willpower to stand for the fitting, and now that she was free, she was going as far as possible from that thing. Which just happened to be the Sands.

Imogene, with Mocca scampering behind her and Zephyr hanging over her head, ran away from her mother and towards the eggs, one of which would hopefully contain her future dragon. The mere thought sent a shiver of delight down her spine.

Picture of Imogene riding a fiery red dragon.

Imogene laughed. "Why red, honey?"

The flit reconsidered, then sent Picture of Imogene riding a green (green matches beautiful Zephyr).

"Yes, love," Imy chortled. "Beautiful like you."

They proceeded through the tunnels and then outside. Dragons of all colours were flying, including one of the larger blacks. Imogene sighed at the thought that in a mere few years of training, she would be amongst them.

On nearing the Sands, Imogene noticed a marked increase in people. It was getting very near the day, she could tell. Aneko and Sasiath were guarding their broods closely. As far as Imy knew, neither were particularly bad-tempered, but when it came to their eggs, they were both firm mothers. Only those approved by their respective riders could be anywhere near them.

Imogene had already been given a chance to touch them, to send ‘vibes’ to them on a few occasions. It was the strangest feeling. To be near so many unborn dragons, to be actually getting through to them - or so they hoped.

Imogene and company reached the entrance to the outer-Sands and peeked in. There were other candidates she recognised inside, so she carefully followed them. She wanted to see the eggs once again. It didn't matter how many times she had been so near them, just seeing them was enough.  

She crept in further than the others and managed to make her way to just outside the inner-Sands entrance, where the eggs sat waiting patiently. Not daring to go any further for two pairs of dragon eyes fixed towards her, she slid down the wall and sat, legs crossed and head in hands, to stare. Just sit and stare at the eggs.

She studied each egg individually, her mind radiating love and warmth subconsciously. She studied every grain of sand on every mottled shell, and every blemish or lump with great interest. Sighing happily, she decided that she was having the best time of her life.