"Oh, wait a second!" Finus shouted, "Please wait!" He raced onto the sands, panting slightly from the run. Leaning over he placed his hands on his knees for support. The audience were looking at him curiously but he barely noticed them.
A murmur ran through the crowd and, as he straightened up Finus saw the Cathairte looking straight at him, his heart raced but he looked back with as much dignity as he could muster. A rattling, cracking sound drew his attention to an egg less than 20 paces from him.
Oh thank the angel Angelique, I'm not too late. Please let that be mine, he prayed, his gaze fixed on the egg as it started to splinter.
You're in luck, growled a silvery-white hatchling that stepped onto the sands and struck a military-perfect pose. I am Luttaith, and my name means 'struggle'. However, it should be no problem to make our names mean 'legend'. Finus grinned.
"It may not involve snow, Luttaith, but I agree: we'll make history!" He and his dragon marched solemnly, side by side, off of the sands.
