Elziba
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Elziba woke that morning, bright and early as always at the weyr. Before she knew what was going on she and all the other candidates were being hustled into their robes and onto the sands. She found Mirogol among the boys and grasped his hand, giving him a big, nervous grin. Mirogol's eyes were wide with anticipation and she almost laughed at him he looked so scared.

Then the eggs were hatching. The first to hatch was a green and she made her choice quickly. Then brown, green and bronze appeared in close succession. They made their choices, some more swiftly than others but soon they were out of the way and a blue broke his shell. He made his choice then every girl's breath caught in her throat as one of the amazing four queen eggs started to rock. The gold managed to break through the hard shell and lay there exhausted for quite some time. She soon made her choice though and the hatching went on.

Then two greens burst their shells and made their choices. Another brown hatched, again making a fast choice. Elziba was beginning to get a bit nervous but had no time to think of this as a bronze and a blue shattered their eggshells. The bronze strutted flashily up to Mirogol and the former drudge's face lit up as he grinned and said, "Wow, Laneth, flashy entrance!"

Elziba beamed, so proud of him for impressing bronze but deep inside she despaired. What if she impressed green? Mirogol's bronze would someday wish to fly a queen... But she shouldn't have worried. While she was busy worrying the blue had bonded and two more queens had hatched. One chose a girl standing not too far away and the other strode up to Elziba and announced herself.

I'm Fiameth, Elziba!

"Fiameth, you're so beautiful! I'm so astonished. Are you sure you really want me?"

Of course I do, silly, now feed me, I'm famished!

"Of course, Fiameth, let's go eat." Elziba grinned as she led Fiameth from the sands, paying no further attention to the rest of the hatching. She saw Mirogol not too far away when she came out, but he was busy feeding his bronze and so she left them alone. She beamed down at her precious little gold hatchling and tried not to be disgusted by how fast the dragon tried to eat her food.