Post by Na Qaiah on Nov 2, 2011 23:16:29 GMT -5
What would you like to be called OOC? Kai
Recruited by:
Email: lavender_lady_04@yahoo.com is Yahoo Im
CharacterInfo:
Name: Shamara Candidate
Age:16
Gender: Female
Rank: Candidate
Family:
Sharmen mother head laundress.
Tamar, father Stable hand. Tashman,
Brother age 18, Stable Hand
UnNamed Baby sister, deceased
Appearance:
Shammy has a square shaped face with pale skin tones, her kelly green eyes look huge for her face, she has brown hair that reaches below her butt, and its always braided up in some weird fashion or another. Her build is slight and she hasn't developed yet, but from what Shammy feels and sees its starting to, finally. She is in the middle of a gowing spurt, which makes her happy for she won't be the shortest one around anymore.
She has to be careful to stay covered when outside, or she might get a burn. You would think that living in the south she would have out grown that. She is grateful that she sometimes tans up before it gets too far out of hand. She loves the color blue, any shade of blue. She doesn't wear dresses very often as they tend to get in her way. But she can if she has to.
Personality:
Shammy is hesitant to talk to new people at first. Once she gets to know you then its different. She doesn't trust people as a whole. Thanks to getting hurt once by someone she thought was a friend fixed that.
She is easily embarrassed, she would rather let others do her chores out of fear of getting them wrong. The only time she didn't dare do that was when she was helping her parents. If they knew she was having others do her work no one ever said anything to her about it.
She can keep a list in her head of what she has done and what still needs to be done. A talent her mother is very grateful for. The poor woman's memory was starting to fail and Shammy was a huge help to the woman. One day Shamara will also be glad for its usefulness.
You won't find Shammy standing at a mirror looking at herself, she doesn't find herself pretty, just tolerable. She has a few scars along the right side of her shoulder blade where she had fallen out of a tree when she was ten turns old. What a waste of time primping was, she didn't bother with it, she brushed the tangles out, then braided her hair quickly in what ever fancy that hit her that day.
She loves to laugh, although sometimes its just a smile that others can see. She won't do a nasty joke on some one, but she isn't above pulling silly pranks. She likes company but sometimes likes the quietness that being alone on the beach can bring.
Hobbies/Skills: She hopes to become apprenticed to a Harper to finish honing her skills. Maybe copying the old records would be fun. She was good at that.
Pets: none
History:
Shammy is the middle child of three. Her older bother is a Stable hand that usually works with the runners. Her younger sister died shortly after birth when she was five turns old. She remembers holding the baby for a few moments. Then leaving her mother to rest. Later Shammy learned the baby died.
What made Shammy so reluctant to make friends was all those nasty rumors the boy told everyone when they were ten turns old. All the teasing about wearing boys under things made her life miserable for awhile. One day Shammy caught this same boy trying to sell someone elses tools to a traveling man who had stopped to do some trading. She waited until he was alone then told him what she saw before she beat the feathers off of him with her fists. Later she had the pleasure of telling him he had better tell everyone he was lying about her or she would tell them all what she saw. She got caught beating him up but some things were worth a month of latrine duty
Good thing she has a memory for things, specially music. Shammy loved music. She was good with her beats and rhythms. Her skills seemed to be pretty balanced, she recognized charts, notes and could sing a pretty good ballad. She loved it when the Harper came by for she got new thing to learn and praise for what she had completed.
Once she put a innocent creepy crawly in her brothers clothes. The resulting scream from his room sent her into a giggle spree she was hard to stop. For days every time she saw him she couldn't help it, she started laughing. She loved doing little things like that. She put slimy stuff on the handle of her fathers tool box, the look on his face when he dropped it made everyone laugh, it was worth garden chores.
She loved the younger children, they were the best to play with. The younger ones hadn't learned to be as mean as those her age. As far as she was concerned, they needed to have fun too. And that playing got her in trouble more then once. Not only playing with them, but pretending to move and talk like them made others laugh, but her mother tuned her up more then once for not being or acting proper, after all, how would she like it if she saw someone making fun of her that way
One cold day she was sitting in the sunshine peeling tubers when she saw the blue dragon come in for a landing. That in its self was unusual enough, but when she went to look, the beautiful blue spoke to her. She remembers it taking awhile to truly understand that she had been searched. When the handsome rider asked if she would like to come with him, she almost fainted in surprise. Did she want to go with him?
The chance of becoming a dragonrider was every child on Perns dream. Oh yes she did want the chance, and perhaps she could even further her studies with the resident Harper. Saying her good byes to her family wasn't as hard as she thought it would be. She kissed her mother and told her for the 100th time that she would be in touch, and when she could she would write. Someday she promised that when, not if, she became a real dragonrider, she would come visit when they allowed her to.
So here she is with the other Candidates, learning and waiting for the day they would get their chance to impress a honest to goodness Dragon. She didn't think she was Queen material, but perhaps a blue one. A beautiful Blue dragon would be great. Ah one could dream of riding the beautiful colors, Truth be known, she would love any color dragon that would love her too.
Impression Story:
Shamara was just finishing her duty in the Dining Cavern. She had been helping the others prepare for the feast that was to happen after the hatching. Weyrwoman Sakorai said her Golden Issarith’s eggs would be hatching sometime today. She was glad for something to keep her hands and mind busy so she didn't dwell on if she would impress or if she would not. Everything smelled so good she was about drooling when she finally was told she could go. She had just put her apron away and grabbed one of the special sweet treats to get her by on when Sakorai came rushing past at the same time the Dragons started humming.
Shammy stuffed the remainder of the sweet treat in her mouth as she hurried toward the Candidate Barracks for her robe and shoes. She hurried as best as she could considering how many other people and Candidates were also hurrying along. Grinning as she entered the Barracks she hurried into the bathroom and quickly washed up. Once she did a quick job of it, she checked her hair to make sure i was braided up well and out of the way before she stripped off the clothes she wore for chores. Putting on her robe and tying the sash tight she was ready to go. A few others were done dressing too so she went with them to stand outside the hatching sands where S'nuo told them to meet him at. She didn't join the excited babbling that some of the girls were doing she stood and watched as some of the eggs looked to be wiggling a little. "Please Please Please let there be a dragon for me out there on the sands." Shamara whispered to herself as she waited for the go ahead to walk out on the sands.
Shamara followed the other Candidates out onto the sands Stepping carefully as she went. She found herself fairly close to Issarith but it didn't appear to matter there didn't seem to be any gold eggs on the sands. She got her self in place and properly spaced from the Candidate next to her. All they could do was wait now anyway. She was too excited to be scared, Perhaps her dragonet was here waiting to hatch. She sure hoped so.
The first egg to managed a spiderweb of cracks along its surface was the First Snow Egg. It rocked strongly, finally falling onto its side in the sands, but after several moments (and after all eyes were on it) it stopped moving and grew still once more.
Shamara was frozen in place. She watched as the greens and a blue impressed. The tiny brown that collapsed on the sands not far from her had her hands itching to help the poor thing. The other egg laying on its side screamed help to her too. She started to move then remembered she could risk bodily harm from the dragonet or its parents or both. So she stood rooted to the spot watching and waiting. The two eggs set apart kept catching her attention, she wondered why they were pushed aside and hoped the babies inside weren't dead.
When a Bronze and a green hatched they circled each other with the green snapping at her bronze brother. She headed for Shamara and Tishu and stopped. She seemed like she was still angry and instead of impressing Tishu she bit her instead making Shammy screech at the site. The teeth marks were deep and it bled a lot, but Tishu decided to stay on the sands after wrapping her arm so it wouldn’t bleed so bad. Shamara would have helped if the girl had asked her too, but sense she didn’t she stayed in her spot.
It seemed that the brush of the angry bronze steadying himself upon the First Snow Egg reminded the dragon within that it needed to hatch so it began to rock and shake again, a long crack finally forming along its length before a small portion of its shell finally fell free to show a wet, teal-blue nose sticking out and taking its first breaths of real, fresh air. He grew still once more, however, as it took his time tasting the air – as if he was uncertain if he really wanted to leave the warm and familiar confines of the egg. Shamara thought that if the rest of the hatchling matched that nose peaking out, he was going to be a beautiful color.
Shamara stifled a gigle when the little blue turned around to stare at the sand that was sticking to his legs and belly. What surprised her the most was when he marched up to her instead of the boys. Shara-mine, I am ready to eat, but your Unciath has many questions – like why will this stuff not fall off my hide! It itches and I have decided that I do not like it sticking to me.
“Are you really talking to me?” She asked softly. She couldn’t believe the hatchling was really talking to her. She filled up with love so fast and so complete it almost buckled her knees. Blues don’t choose girls, do they? If they did it was very rare. Are you not happy with me Shara-mine? Unciath asked tilting his head to the side to stare at his chosen one. “Oh my gosh, you ARE talking to me! Shamara declared as she fell to her knees on the sands where she wrapped her arms around the tiny teal-blue neck. “I am VERY happy with you Unciath. Lets go feed you. The sand will come off you when you dry some more. But let me help you a little now so it won’t itch so bad ok?” She asked her hatchling as she leaned over and started brushing the sand off his drying hide.
Thank you Shara-mine I am ready to eat now please. Unciath complained adding a small head bump to the girls chest to make his point. “Lets go, she said standing up and brushing the sand off of her robes. Wait, what did you call me?” She asked before she could take a step. Shara-mine, is that not my riders name? It is what I am going to call you. It’s a proper name for MY Dragonrider. Unciath answered with a snort.
“It’s ok, I like how it sounds. Sh’ara. It’s pretty.” she added as she put her hand on Unciath’s neck and turned to head off the sands. About that time Handsome came down from where he had spent his time watching with most of the other flits. As he landed he chattered a greeting to the teal-blue hatchling. “Unciath, this is Handsome. Handsome, say hi to our Unciath.” Sh’ara introduced the pair as she walked. Handsome made his way down the front of his persons robes being careful not to scratch the girl, and nuzzled his new addition to his weyr. Unciath greeted the little bronze with a nuzzle of his own.
Once they reached the edge of the sands, Sh’ara turned to those that made it there before them and said. "He calls me Sh’ara and his name is Unciath." With a huge smile she grabbed a bucket of already cut meat and started feeding the ‘boys’. The feeling that was surging through her was something she couldn’t explain. He felt loved and complete for the first time in her life.
Good! Was the only sound Sh’ara heard.
Dragon:
Name: Unciath (Un-see-ath)
Color: Jade Blue
Egg: First Snow [Snow Leopard Egg ]
Egg Info:Is a medium sized egg is perfectly straightly laid into the sands. With a similar faded baby blue tinted surface as that of the Snow Shoes egg, but perfectly proportionate and formed with a smooth shell, the First Snow egg really lives up to its name in looks. All around the shell is speckled with varying sizes of dots, all of a diagonal shape and facing the same direction. Really, it almost looks like someone had decided to paint a blizzard onto the young egg.
Coming into contact with this egg gives one a rush in mere seconds, the presence within seeming eager to prod and explore this new specimen that has crawled up close to its safe home. Seemingly thirsting for knowledge it will pry and poke at everything uninvited, almost overpowering the mind of the poor Candidate until it forcefully pulls away from the egg. By Faranth, such an inquisitive creature it is...
Discription:
Appearance:
A very pretty Teal-Blue Hide that’s speckled with varying sizes of dots, all of a diagonal shape and facing the same direction, much like the pattern on his shell. Uncaiath is often Fawned over.
Personality:
Eager -- The first to volunteer (be it lessons or chores or help)
Inquisitive -- He asks questions, lots and lots of questions
Knowledge-hungry -- The reason he asks so many questions, he is never satisfied with simple answers and wants to understand the WHY?
Full grown at 30.1 Meters
Exceptionally large for a blue
Hatching:
It seemed that the brush of the bronze steadying himself upon the First Snow Egg reminded the dragon within that it needed to get out with its brothers and sisters and it began to rock and shake again, a long crack finally forming along its length before a small portion of its shell finally fell free to show a wet, teal-blue nose sticking out and taking its first breaths of real, fresh air. It grew still once more, however, as it took its time tasting the air – as if uncertain if it really wanted to leave the warm and familiar confines of the egg.
It was the little blue that was so hesitant to leave his egg that was the last one to ‘hatch’ on the sands. He made his way carefully from his shell, stopping and turning around to inspect what had been holding him so long and sniffing at the goo that still clung to his hide. He seemed more interested and inquisitive at what was around him than actually impressing as he then turned his attention to the sand sticking to his underbelly and his forefeet.
Eventually he noticed how many eyes were watching him and the blue knew instantly which set of those eyes he had fallen in love with while still in his shell. Making his way over, he did not stop at the male candidates nearby, but continued confidently over to the girl Shamara. Sh'ara-mine, I am ready to eat, but your Unciath has many questions – like why will this stuff not fall off my hide! It itches and I have decided that I do not like it sticking to me.[/color]
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Recruited by:
Email: lavender_lady_04@yahoo.com is Yahoo Im
CharacterInfo:
Name: Shamara Candidate
Age:16
Gender: Female
Rank: Candidate
Family:
Sharmen mother head laundress.
Tamar, father Stable hand. Tashman,
Brother age 18, Stable Hand
UnNamed Baby sister, deceased
Appearance:
Shammy has a square shaped face with pale skin tones, her kelly green eyes look huge for her face, she has brown hair that reaches below her butt, and its always braided up in some weird fashion or another. Her build is slight and she hasn't developed yet, but from what Shammy feels and sees its starting to, finally. She is in the middle of a gowing spurt, which makes her happy for she won't be the shortest one around anymore.
She has to be careful to stay covered when outside, or she might get a burn. You would think that living in the south she would have out grown that. She is grateful that she sometimes tans up before it gets too far out of hand. She loves the color blue, any shade of blue. She doesn't wear dresses very often as they tend to get in her way. But she can if she has to.
Personality:
Shammy is hesitant to talk to new people at first. Once she gets to know you then its different. She doesn't trust people as a whole. Thanks to getting hurt once by someone she thought was a friend fixed that.
She is easily embarrassed, she would rather let others do her chores out of fear of getting them wrong. The only time she didn't dare do that was when she was helping her parents. If they knew she was having others do her work no one ever said anything to her about it.
She can keep a list in her head of what she has done and what still needs to be done. A talent her mother is very grateful for. The poor woman's memory was starting to fail and Shammy was a huge help to the woman. One day Shamara will also be glad for its usefulness.
You won't find Shammy standing at a mirror looking at herself, she doesn't find herself pretty, just tolerable. She has a few scars along the right side of her shoulder blade where she had fallen out of a tree when she was ten turns old. What a waste of time primping was, she didn't bother with it, she brushed the tangles out, then braided her hair quickly in what ever fancy that hit her that day.
She loves to laugh, although sometimes its just a smile that others can see. She won't do a nasty joke on some one, but she isn't above pulling silly pranks. She likes company but sometimes likes the quietness that being alone on the beach can bring.
Hobbies/Skills: She hopes to become apprenticed to a Harper to finish honing her skills. Maybe copying the old records would be fun. She was good at that.
Pets: none
History:
Shammy is the middle child of three. Her older bother is a Stable hand that usually works with the runners. Her younger sister died shortly after birth when she was five turns old. She remembers holding the baby for a few moments. Then leaving her mother to rest. Later Shammy learned the baby died.
What made Shammy so reluctant to make friends was all those nasty rumors the boy told everyone when they were ten turns old. All the teasing about wearing boys under things made her life miserable for awhile. One day Shammy caught this same boy trying to sell someone elses tools to a traveling man who had stopped to do some trading. She waited until he was alone then told him what she saw before she beat the feathers off of him with her fists. Later she had the pleasure of telling him he had better tell everyone he was lying about her or she would tell them all what she saw. She got caught beating him up but some things were worth a month of latrine duty
Good thing she has a memory for things, specially music. Shammy loved music. She was good with her beats and rhythms. Her skills seemed to be pretty balanced, she recognized charts, notes and could sing a pretty good ballad. She loved it when the Harper came by for she got new thing to learn and praise for what she had completed.
Once she put a innocent creepy crawly in her brothers clothes. The resulting scream from his room sent her into a giggle spree she was hard to stop. For days every time she saw him she couldn't help it, she started laughing. She loved doing little things like that. She put slimy stuff on the handle of her fathers tool box, the look on his face when he dropped it made everyone laugh, it was worth garden chores.
She loved the younger children, they were the best to play with. The younger ones hadn't learned to be as mean as those her age. As far as she was concerned, they needed to have fun too. And that playing got her in trouble more then once. Not only playing with them, but pretending to move and talk like them made others laugh, but her mother tuned her up more then once for not being or acting proper, after all, how would she like it if she saw someone making fun of her that way
One cold day she was sitting in the sunshine peeling tubers when she saw the blue dragon come in for a landing. That in its self was unusual enough, but when she went to look, the beautiful blue spoke to her. She remembers it taking awhile to truly understand that she had been searched. When the handsome rider asked if she would like to come with him, she almost fainted in surprise. Did she want to go with him?
The chance of becoming a dragonrider was every child on Perns dream. Oh yes she did want the chance, and perhaps she could even further her studies with the resident Harper. Saying her good byes to her family wasn't as hard as she thought it would be. She kissed her mother and told her for the 100th time that she would be in touch, and when she could she would write. Someday she promised that when, not if, she became a real dragonrider, she would come visit when they allowed her to.
So here she is with the other Candidates, learning and waiting for the day they would get their chance to impress a honest to goodness Dragon. She didn't think she was Queen material, but perhaps a blue one. A beautiful Blue dragon would be great. Ah one could dream of riding the beautiful colors, Truth be known, she would love any color dragon that would love her too.
Impression Story:
Shamara was just finishing her duty in the Dining Cavern. She had been helping the others prepare for the feast that was to happen after the hatching. Weyrwoman Sakorai said her Golden Issarith’s eggs would be hatching sometime today. She was glad for something to keep her hands and mind busy so she didn't dwell on if she would impress or if she would not. Everything smelled so good she was about drooling when she finally was told she could go. She had just put her apron away and grabbed one of the special sweet treats to get her by on when Sakorai came rushing past at the same time the Dragons started humming.
Shammy stuffed the remainder of the sweet treat in her mouth as she hurried toward the Candidate Barracks for her robe and shoes. She hurried as best as she could considering how many other people and Candidates were also hurrying along. Grinning as she entered the Barracks she hurried into the bathroom and quickly washed up. Once she did a quick job of it, she checked her hair to make sure i was braided up well and out of the way before she stripped off the clothes she wore for chores. Putting on her robe and tying the sash tight she was ready to go. A few others were done dressing too so she went with them to stand outside the hatching sands where S'nuo told them to meet him at. She didn't join the excited babbling that some of the girls were doing she stood and watched as some of the eggs looked to be wiggling a little. "Please Please Please let there be a dragon for me out there on the sands." Shamara whispered to herself as she waited for the go ahead to walk out on the sands.
Shamara followed the other Candidates out onto the sands Stepping carefully as she went. She found herself fairly close to Issarith but it didn't appear to matter there didn't seem to be any gold eggs on the sands. She got her self in place and properly spaced from the Candidate next to her. All they could do was wait now anyway. She was too excited to be scared, Perhaps her dragonet was here waiting to hatch. She sure hoped so.
The first egg to managed a spiderweb of cracks along its surface was the First Snow Egg. It rocked strongly, finally falling onto its side in the sands, but after several moments (and after all eyes were on it) it stopped moving and grew still once more.
Shamara was frozen in place. She watched as the greens and a blue impressed. The tiny brown that collapsed on the sands not far from her had her hands itching to help the poor thing. The other egg laying on its side screamed help to her too. She started to move then remembered she could risk bodily harm from the dragonet or its parents or both. So she stood rooted to the spot watching and waiting. The two eggs set apart kept catching her attention, she wondered why they were pushed aside and hoped the babies inside weren't dead.
When a Bronze and a green hatched they circled each other with the green snapping at her bronze brother. She headed for Shamara and Tishu and stopped. She seemed like she was still angry and instead of impressing Tishu she bit her instead making Shammy screech at the site. The teeth marks were deep and it bled a lot, but Tishu decided to stay on the sands after wrapping her arm so it wouldn’t bleed so bad. Shamara would have helped if the girl had asked her too, but sense she didn’t she stayed in her spot.
It seemed that the brush of the angry bronze steadying himself upon the First Snow Egg reminded the dragon within that it needed to hatch so it began to rock and shake again, a long crack finally forming along its length before a small portion of its shell finally fell free to show a wet, teal-blue nose sticking out and taking its first breaths of real, fresh air. He grew still once more, however, as it took his time tasting the air – as if he was uncertain if he really wanted to leave the warm and familiar confines of the egg. Shamara thought that if the rest of the hatchling matched that nose peaking out, he was going to be a beautiful color.
Shamara stifled a gigle when the little blue turned around to stare at the sand that was sticking to his legs and belly. What surprised her the most was when he marched up to her instead of the boys. Shara-mine, I am ready to eat, but your Unciath has many questions – like why will this stuff not fall off my hide! It itches and I have decided that I do not like it sticking to me.
“Are you really talking to me?” She asked softly. She couldn’t believe the hatchling was really talking to her. She filled up with love so fast and so complete it almost buckled her knees. Blues don’t choose girls, do they? If they did it was very rare. Are you not happy with me Shara-mine? Unciath asked tilting his head to the side to stare at his chosen one. “Oh my gosh, you ARE talking to me! Shamara declared as she fell to her knees on the sands where she wrapped her arms around the tiny teal-blue neck. “I am VERY happy with you Unciath. Lets go feed you. The sand will come off you when you dry some more. But let me help you a little now so it won’t itch so bad ok?” She asked her hatchling as she leaned over and started brushing the sand off his drying hide.
Thank you Shara-mine I am ready to eat now please. Unciath complained adding a small head bump to the girls chest to make his point. “Lets go, she said standing up and brushing the sand off of her robes. Wait, what did you call me?” She asked before she could take a step. Shara-mine, is that not my riders name? It is what I am going to call you. It’s a proper name for MY Dragonrider. Unciath answered with a snort.
“It’s ok, I like how it sounds. Sh’ara. It’s pretty.” she added as she put her hand on Unciath’s neck and turned to head off the sands. About that time Handsome came down from where he had spent his time watching with most of the other flits. As he landed he chattered a greeting to the teal-blue hatchling. “Unciath, this is Handsome. Handsome, say hi to our Unciath.” Sh’ara introduced the pair as she walked. Handsome made his way down the front of his persons robes being careful not to scratch the girl, and nuzzled his new addition to his weyr. Unciath greeted the little bronze with a nuzzle of his own.
Once they reached the edge of the sands, Sh’ara turned to those that made it there before them and said. "He calls me Sh’ara and his name is Unciath." With a huge smile she grabbed a bucket of already cut meat and started feeding the ‘boys’. The feeling that was surging through her was something she couldn’t explain. He felt loved and complete for the first time in her life.
Good! Was the only sound Sh’ara heard.
Dragon:
Name: Unciath (Un-see-ath)
Color: Jade Blue
Egg: First Snow [Snow Leopard Egg ]
Egg Info:Is a medium sized egg is perfectly straightly laid into the sands. With a similar faded baby blue tinted surface as that of the Snow Shoes egg, but perfectly proportionate and formed with a smooth shell, the First Snow egg really lives up to its name in looks. All around the shell is speckled with varying sizes of dots, all of a diagonal shape and facing the same direction. Really, it almost looks like someone had decided to paint a blizzard onto the young egg.
Coming into contact with this egg gives one a rush in mere seconds, the presence within seeming eager to prod and explore this new specimen that has crawled up close to its safe home. Seemingly thirsting for knowledge it will pry and poke at everything uninvited, almost overpowering the mind of the poor Candidate until it forcefully pulls away from the egg. By Faranth, such an inquisitive creature it is...
Discription:
Appearance:
A very pretty Teal-Blue Hide that’s speckled with varying sizes of dots, all of a diagonal shape and facing the same direction, much like the pattern on his shell. Uncaiath is often Fawned over.
Personality:
Eager -- The first to volunteer (be it lessons or chores or help)
Inquisitive -- He asks questions, lots and lots of questions
Knowledge-hungry -- The reason he asks so many questions, he is never satisfied with simple answers and wants to understand the WHY?
Full grown at 30.1 Meters
Exceptionally large for a blue
Hatching:
It seemed that the brush of the bronze steadying himself upon the First Snow Egg reminded the dragon within that it needed to get out with its brothers and sisters and it began to rock and shake again, a long crack finally forming along its length before a small portion of its shell finally fell free to show a wet, teal-blue nose sticking out and taking its first breaths of real, fresh air. It grew still once more, however, as it took its time tasting the air – as if uncertain if it really wanted to leave the warm and familiar confines of the egg.
It was the little blue that was so hesitant to leave his egg that was the last one to ‘hatch’ on the sands. He made his way carefully from his shell, stopping and turning around to inspect what had been holding him so long and sniffing at the goo that still clung to his hide. He seemed more interested and inquisitive at what was around him than actually impressing as he then turned his attention to the sand sticking to his underbelly and his forefeet.
Eventually he noticed how many eyes were watching him and the blue knew instantly which set of those eyes he had fallen in love with while still in his shell. Making his way over, he did not stop at the male candidates nearby, but continued confidently over to the girl Shamara. Sh'ara-mine, I am ready to eat, but your Unciath has many questions – like why will this stuff not fall off my hide! It itches and I have decided that I do not like it sticking to me.[/color]
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