"Impression"
What was I thinking, that I of all people, could Impress? Nery thought as she huddled on the hot Hatching Ground sands. I'm only a scullery drudge.
Someone roughly pushed against her shoulder. "Leave me alone," she snapped.
Why? cried a distressed voice in her mind. Don't you want me?
Nery looked into the whirling red eyes of the golden dragonet. Euphoria filled her. Tickling tears spilled down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. Of course I want you! I love you!" She drew the dragonet into her arms.
My name is Zaylith. The dragonet's eyes calmed to a gentle blue. I'm hungry.