Wordcount: 160 words
Summary: Please note, this is currently a very rough draft. There will be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, flat out contradictions, and uneven characterization and pacing. (Content is also subject to constant change as I take an editing chainsaw to the story.)
May Watches the Hatching
May watched the hatching with bemusement. Ferris was down at the edges playing with the now fluffy hatchlings. There was even one of the reds that seemed to be interested in him, but May had a feeling that it was as a temporary playmate rather than as a future rider. Still, Ferris was having a wonderful time and she was not about the shatter his dreams.
The mood of the gathering was somewhat dampered because of the golden foxhawk and there were some people who were keeping their distance and their kids distance. The hatchlings would not choose anyone for another three years, but there was folk wisdom that said their choices could be influenced by the early contact. One of the reasons her brother was soon keen on spending time with them.
She looked out across the gathering and her eyes met the golden hatchling’s.
And for a heartbeat, she could not see anything past those piercing yellow eyes.