David walked back to his table beaming, a proud smile across his 
face.  He had just danced with a beautiful women, and she actually 
smiled.  Ames looked at David and give him a wink.  As he sat down, Ames 
smacked him on the back.

	"See, I told ya that the lass would like ye." He said, as if 
proving a matter of fact point.
	"Sure, da.  Whatev'r ye say."  David smirked.  "Ye just wanted t' 
see me do it."
	"And ye did.  From the look on ye face, I beleive that ye had 
a very nice chat as well."  Ames barked another laugh as David blushed a 
deep red.  All of a sudden the room was quiet as dragon's roars filled 
the cavern.  Christalla rose and announced, "The eggs are hatching."

	It seemed as if this announced chaos as people rushed in 
every direction.  Ames and David found a dragonrider and asked where the 
hatching ground was.  He pointed the way and David set out for it.  Ames 
followed the rest of the onlookers to the seatings above.  
	He and the other searchlings were organized into lines as he 
prepared for going out onto the blistering sand.  Meditating for a 
second, soon he found himself in 'fosken' <the void>, and pain seemed to 
be a secondary thought, his mind set upon a single purpose.  David could 
sense his dragon out there on the grounds, his psychic intuition 
screaming like a beacon.  He could see Evelle and Michel on the grounds 
also, their faces a mixture of wonder and anxiety.  
	David allowed himself a small grin.  Without fosken, he would 
feel like that too.  But hard training had driven those feelings from him 
for the moment.  He waited for his dragon.  
	Soon the first egg hatched, and a small purple dragon wandered 
about, struggleing to find it's searchling.  It was pitiful compared to 
grown dragons, but its frame promised to be every bit as strong.  A young 
man unknown to David stepped forward and picked up the small dragon, 
holding it high.  'He has found his dragon.' David thought and wished the 
others luck.  He knew his dragon was out there, and he was never wrong 
about these feelings.  
	"His name is Berlan!" The young man shouted, and a cheer rose 
from the crowd.  
	Soon dragons of all colors hatched and spread through the 
searchlings, and as one found the other, they shouted out their names.
	"Laishan!"
	"Ber'kain!"
	"Minuette!"
David waited patiently, and even in the void grew a bit nervous.  What is 
he was wrong.  As the thought skipped through his mind, something rubbed 
against his ankle and he looked down.  A small black dragon with gray 
flecks of all colors was looking up into his eyes.  Large green eyes at 
that.  David grinned and picked it up and held it high, its weight 
causeing no problem for one who has worked with metal.  

	"I am Kaylin'sha." A voice said inside David's mind, and suddenly it 
was as if a million voices exploded inside his head.  A shudder ran down 
his body as his mind was filled with joining sensations.  It was like 
being born again, every color looking brighter and more precise.  Putting 
Kaylin'sha down, David staggered.  The voices would not quiet down as 
dragons thoughts from the entire warren bombarded him.
	David shouted out, "Kaylin'sha!" and fell to the ground, his mind 
overloaded with voices.......

NRPG:  Not the sort of thing that happens every day.  But yes, David is 
       one who can hear all Dragons thoughts.  As soon as he gets the 
       hang of it, he'll be fine.  When he awakes, he will only be able 
       to hear thoughts from dragons who send them to him.  
       Dont you hate it when joining enacts a latent psychic abbility? ;)

	/\
	||      "Pain?  What do you know of pain?
	||       I've experienced anguish at the at the 
	||       molecular level.  Let me show you
	||       what it's like."
	||                        -Stephan Strapher
	||			  -The Rune Chronicles
	||
	||	"I have eternity to make your soul
     /\_)(_/\    scream."
     |/-##-\|			  -Pinhead,  Hellraiser
	||
	||
	OO