imperssion16

Imperssion 16

                                            Polana sat at her small wooden table, still patiently working away on
                                        Magika's dress. She dreamed of the day her newest masterpiece would
                                        be finished and the second care-taker would finally wear it. A quiet
                                        smile crossed her face as she neared the end of the sleeve, making the
                                        needle dive in and out of the seam in almost perfect rhythm. Two
                                        small flits perched quietly upon her shoulder, watching in unison as the
                                        thin sliver of metal rose and fell in the sea of red. The silver, Dracan,
                                        yawned loudly, finally tired and a little dizzy from watching the
                                        sewing. He chirruped in annoyance, demanding food. Soon, brown
                                        Tolt joined his brother in his food creels.

                                            "Just a minute you two." Polana muttered quietly, still diligently
                                        working away at the dress. Of course, Dracan wasn't one to wait and
                                        knew what would happen if he did. Polana never stopped working
                                        unless some other important task came up. He thought his grumbling
                                        stomach was important enough. Again he chirpped angrily, louder then
                                        before. As always, his brown brother joined him. With both fire
                                        draces creeling for food, Polana had no choice but to put down the
                                        dress and find something to eat. She sighed deeply, half-rising from
                                        her seat while her hands still worked furiously to get in that final stitch.
                                        Another annoyed chirp from both Dracan and Tolt got her fully up and
                                        moving. "Alright! Alright!" She chuckled lightly, heading towards
                                        her personal room at the back of the weyr.
                                            Both fire draces cheeped happily and launched themselves from the
                                        girl's shoulders at the sight of two large bowls of meat sitting on the
                                        bed side table. Polana only chuckled happily, flopping down onto the
                                        bed beside them. Her quiet smile broadened slightly as she watched
                                        her friends swallow each piece of meat without even pausing a second
                                        to chew.
                                            "Careful you two or you'll choak yourselves." She warned them
                                        quietly, knowing that neither had paid any attention to her. It didn't
                                        matter though, at least they were happy to be her friends. She
                                        couldn't remember the last time she had been so happy, so free.
                                        Coming to the warren had been the best thing in her life. Turning
                                        slightly, she cast a long glance up at the picture above her head. She
                                        could hardly believe that the girl staring back at her was her. Only
                                        weeks before she had been nothing more then a poor merchant's
                                        daughter.

                                            A whispered knocking came at the door. Though there was no door,
                                        only a stone entrance way and a human hand probably wouldn't be able
                                        to knock like that, Polana knew immediately who it was. She jumped
                                        to her feet, smiling broadly at Mystic who was framed in the entrance
                                        way.
                                            "Mystic!" She cried out in joy, running over swiftly and hugging her
                                        friend. Though she saw Mystic practically every day, each visit was
                                        as important as the last.
                                            The woman named Mystic laughed quietly, taking Polana in her
                                        arms. The golden staff always at her side rested against the stone wall.
                                        She pulled back slowly, holding Polana at arm's length. The shy girl
                                        she had found only a few weeks before had grown so much already.
                                        She was even coming out to greet some of the wanderers that passed
                                        through the forest daily.
                                            "I have something for you." Mystic said through her constant smile,
                                        watching as Polana's face lit up. The last gift she had given her had
                                        been a picture of the girl just after she had arrived and the two fire
                                        draces who were quickly coming to an end in their meal.
                                            She lead Polana over to the bed and took a seat on the edge,
                                        simontaniously pulling out a rolled sheet of paper from behind her
                                        back. The girl watched on anxiously as both draces settled on a
                                        shoulder each. Drawing in a deep breath, Mystic handed the small,
                                        brown sheet to her. Polana raised a brow quizzically and unfurled the
                                        paper.

Name:	Polana
Age:	15 turns
Home:	Da'rax village
Parents:	Nox (father) and Sarik (mother)
Came here:	Nov. 07, 2000
Other Impressions:	fire draces: silver Dracan and brown Tolt from: Talon Nest
Candidate at:	Sawnay Dragon Adoptions

                                            Polana glanced up from the paper curiously. She had seen other
                                        candidates with these stat sheets but, as far as she knew, she wasn't a
                                        candidate.
                                            "What's this?"
                                            Mystic smiled weakly, anticipating Polana's next reaction. "It is a
                                        stat sheet. You are now a candidate for a Sawnay Dragon." As she
                                        had expected, for the first few moments Polana simply stared at her in
                                        disbelief. Then the torrent of questions came.
                                            "Me?" Polana squeeked. "How can I be a candidate? I mean, what
                                        kind of dragon would want to live with me? What if the dragons don't
                                        like me at all? What if the other candidates don't like me?" Caught up
                                        in her wild imagination, the questions grew more and more interesting.
                                        "What if they don't like me so much that they throw me out? What if-"
                                            Mystic cut her off before her imagination carried her too far. Taking
                                        the girl's shoulders in her hands, she smiled quietly, attempting to calm
                                        her.
                                            "Polana," she began quietly, "they will not hate you. I know you are
                                        afraid but I know you can do this. I was also afraid when I stood for
                                        impression."
                                            "You? But how? You and Myrah'Care are so close. And...
                                        and you've got S'trry and all the others too!"
                                            "I was still afraid." Mystic sighed softly, pulling Polana closer. The
                                        girl had become like a daughter to her. The family she wanted so much
                                        but couldn't have. "Impressing a dragon is an amazing experience. I
                                        know you can do this because I know you are strong." She studied
                                        Polana with her deep hazel-green eyes, watching as the nervous, young
                                        child struggled to reach a decision.
                                            The two fire draces cooed softly at Polana's uncomfort. They could
                                        tell that their friend was confused but didn't know how to help. Mystic
                                        was here though, she could always make Polana happy.
                                            "Alright." Polana said quietly, her eyes slowly coming to meet
                                        Mystic's as she smiled ever so softly. "I know I can trust you." A
                                        bright grin spread across Mystic's face as she leaned forward to hug
                                        Polana. "Just one question." The girl asked meekly.
                                            "Anything, my dear child." Mystic said happily, gazing down at the
                                        shy girl who, hopefully, would soon be a dragon rider.
                                            A look of pleading covered Polana's face as she quietly whined.
                                        "Could you come with me?"
                                            Mystic laughed happily, hugging her again. "Of course, child!"

Polana's Image from: The World of Saya