Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #8: "Weeks"
The creamy shell beneath Naton's hands feels nothing at all like softest leather. According to the Weyrlingmaster, it did, just a few weeks ago. But now it's hard, and only slightly cooler than the pale sands.
He glances sideways to reassure himself that the queen hasn't changed her mind about letting the candidates this close. But Ramoth only has eyes for the gold egg, and the blonde beauty beside it. She holds a nursing infant one-handed, while the other lovingly caresses the egg.
Four other lads wait beside Naton's egg. Stroking it one last time, Naton imagines himself alone.
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