Sands
Hot, dry. I stand here, watching. Waiting.
One egg hatches then another. Everyone cheers as Impression occurs.
Dragonets screech, dragons hum. Excitement builds.
Gold egg rocks.
Another egg shatters. Another Candidate Impresses.
Brown. Blue. Green. Bronze. They come. I watch, hoping.
Am I? Maybe I'm too frightened, not good enough.
Will one choose me?
The gold egg cracks.
Queen dragonet enters the world, wobbling on her unsteady legs.
She turns towards me.
Will she?
No. She turns away. All have hatched.
All have Impressed.
I leave. Alone.