Live was doing chores. Live loved doing chores because it got her mind off of other, less-than-liked things. One of those things was the imminent hatching, the one that, yes, Live was sure every other candidate was waiting for. However, Live was fine with the fact that she possibly wouldn’t Impress this time just like last time. It all depended on if the dragons wanted her or not. Live was helping Wisthia, which, overmuch, wasn’t as big a hassle that most other chores would have been.

Then she got the call. She leaned her head to one side as if listening for something that, frankly, couldn’t be heard. Then she smiled, “So the CandidateMaster hasn’t forgotten about us candidates, after all!” She told Wisthia, and bid her farewells. “I’ll be back soon, promise.”

Live raced to the commons, happily aware that she was the first one there. She fairly skidded to a stand-still, and smiled at R’phin. She guessed he wasn’t ready for an enthusiastic candidate. “Hello, CandidateMaster!” She said, still smiling.