. s t a t s . c a n d i d a t e . h a t c h i n g . r i d e r . b e a c h s h a r d s . c a n d i d a t e » one turn pre-search ______________________________ "Ch'gen?" Amiane muttered when she felt the warm body of the bronzerider move. "You're still here?" "What, you thought I would leave before morning?" he scoffed. "You think I have no standards? I was going to leave, but your flit wouldn't let me." "Priss!" Amiane groaned. The little black replied with a cheerful chirp as if she had done nothing wrong. "It's ok," Ch'gen told her and gave her a last hug before rolling out of bed. "Y'know, this is the first time I've actually waited until morning." "Well, there's a first for everything, I guess," Amiane replied. "Would you like to eat before you leave?" Ch'gen paused for a moment then nodded. "I suppose I'm going to be late enough already, why not stay." Priss' snarls died away when she heard this news. She chirped happily and flew over to Ch'gen, humming happily when he scratched her eyeridge. _____________________________ . b a c k . n e x t .