Today is the day you have waited for since you were old enough to walk. The people bustle through the streets, talking animatedly. The tension, excitement, and anxiety flows through the air almost tangibly. You're clustered into groups, each class, and you're proudly in the final grouping. The other, lower, classes stare in awe. One hundred strong, you are the pride of Seballa. A man, strict and wizened, begins to line you up.
People are gathering around now, hushed whispers invade your ears and you close your eyes, only to open them when you feel a sharp rap on your spine. "Stand up straight, now, eyes forward. Look sharp, look sharp". The man goes about disciplining more students. Dressed in jade green and silver, your entire class is now lined up. The future of Seballa, you are the class of the riders. Privileged with being born that your class coming of age aligns with this most auspicious of years.
You are marched through the doorway and into a cavernous room, glittering with gemstones and dripping with condensation. The entire room glows eerily and you can make out the shapes of eggs, nestled tightly in their feathery nests. There are only around ten, but they are large, bigger than your head, and they glitter with different jewel tones. You have been preparing for this day, when you touch one of the eggs, perhaps it will burn you, marking you with the rider's tattoo. That will be your egg. You will be one of the elite ranks, then. You feel almost sick with anticipation.