The colours dazzled him bronze, gold, brown, blue and green. The gleaming hides reflecting the bright morning sunlight.
The site of them filled him with longing, longing that he might be considered worthy by one of the eggs currently hardening in the hot sand of the hatching ground. It's his last chance,
he is already the oldest candidate standing and he will be to old for the next clutch. He doesn't hope for a bronze like the rest,
he doesn't really care what colour as long as he impresses.
It's the fifth time he's been a candidate and many have told him to give up. But he won't.
-2 Days Later-
Gaing into the rainbow eyes he realised why he hadn't impressed before.
He was waiting for Baneth. Baneth was his and he was Baneth's. "Hello K'neth"
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