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| Hands clasped to her heaving bosom, blue eyes looking woefully at the edgy Rikhard/Mortimis, Sasporilla stood in attractive terror upon the Sands and shuddered at the first few Impressions. The Impression of Olivia to green Dopeth was watched bewilderedly, and then, /then/ the /gold/ strode up to the knot of female candidates. The odd color combinations made her furrow her flawless brows until she remembered that that would cause /wrinkles/. Still, in Sasporilla’s mind, that funny-looking dragon was still gold, and didn’t she deserve one? The gold picked out three of the most /horrible/ girls, and coolly dismissed the rest—including Sasporilla. Rosepetal lower lip quivering, she consoled herself with the fact that queens were never rescued—it was always the princesses. When a dappled green dragon came walking toward the girls, all of whom had been openly snubbed by that huge gold bitch of a queen, Sasporilla and several other girls ran forward to greet her. With a hard glare at the other, Zemia said, “she’s mine,” and gave off a growl. “She is SO not yours. She is absolutely intended for me!” chirped Sasporilla, with a saccharine-sweet, pitying glance at the other girl. “In fact, here she comes now!” She gave a little clap at the thought. <<I apologize, this sand is SO uncomfortable and you would not believe how hard it is to get a decent night’s sleep with twelve other dragons snoring around you! I just want to get outside and dance!>> said a honeyed voice in her head, and Sasporilla clutched her hands to her chest and squealed. “Oh, Damselth! I can’t believe it!” she cried, even though she had been completely sure that it WOULD be her that the green would ask for. “I can’t hardly believe it! And we’ll live in a beautiful castle Hold, and I’ll make sure that we both have perfect purple pillows to sleep on, nothing like those awful rush beds and stone couches for YOU!” She watched with a cute little frown as the thwarted Zemia stomped over to Baeris, demanding her name be put down for the next available clutch. “It’s more than she deserves that I’m letting that spoiled annoying little brat even leave without properly acknowledging my superiority.” The newest greenrider smoothed back her butter-golden hair with a hand. It was a tiresome task, being perfect, but Sasporilla knew that she and Damselth were the best for the job. <<Do my nails look all right?>> |
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