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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2018 4:29 am
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Following the tradition of thousands of candidates over ages past, Karone was lingering about the Sands entrance with his fellow candidate during a break. He stared across the heated space, his eyes taking in the sight of the terribly magnificent queens, trailing down the curves of their golden forms to the impossible number of brightly-colored eggs at their feet. There was a glimmer of a sort of agony in those eyes as they traced the round shapes, imagining what might be inside. “Yes... Beautiful.”
At her next question, he glanced up at the statuesque girl beside him, craning his head back. In his old life, he’d grown used to things coming easily, to take a few steps, speak a few words, or merely wave his hand at times, and have it in short order. The stark contrast here, while he didn’t mind it in the beginning, had become jarring. He’d expected to be in the air fighting thread by now, taking revenge for that dead life, his dead brothers. This would be the fourth time he stood before the saviors of Pern, offering himself up to be judged as worthy… or worthless. For some time now, he’d begun to wonder if the latter was true. “I want it to be there, more than anything else.”
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