7/9/2003
03:47
PM
Logfile
from Kibai.
Sands
Heat
rises -- ripples -- wavers in a stifling curtain that envelops dragons and eggs
while smothering riders and visitors.
The black sands have been raked into ruts and dips, an alien, uneven
surface for anyone trying to walk across them.
Some say tension seers the heat: residue of hope, fear, relief, sadness,
pain and ultimate joy staining high grey walls and lurking about the many
viewing ledges that speckle the walls.
Ancient murals of dragonlore fade across the walls near gallery and
entrances.
Gold
Nissionath, gold Cadgwith, and bronze Aboleoth are here.
You see
Mound of Eggs here.
You
notice B'ane asleep here.
Pyrene,
Vaeli, Celeste, Alasse, Ciera, Llewellyn, and Caeran are here.
Obvious
exits:
Bowl Sands' Thermals
Caeran
looks at the huge shiny dragons. Yes, he'll gladly bow. And don't worry, he
won't threaten. When he reaches the Sands he quickly bows, rising a bit more
slowly than he came down. He probably looks very awkward, but he's not a big
fan of showing respect in most cases. That done, he looks out on the sandy
expanse. Whoa, this does remind him of Ista. If it weren't for the
clutch-mamas, he'd be glad to camp out here.
Celeste
hesitates on the egde of the sands. "We're supposed to go /on/ the
sands?" She glances around at her fellow candidates. "And touch the
eggs." She sounds skeptical. After watching a moment, she slowly steps
further in, and bows nervously to the clutchparents. "You sure they don't mind?"
She glances at Kibai, and tacks on a question of her own. "Is there a
point in doing this at all?"
Pyrene
nods calmly at Kibai on Ciera's behalf.
"All the dragons felt in the mood to let you on at this hour. When there's four of them, that's not going
to happen too often. If you have
something better to do, by all means go and do it. Of course, most candidates seem to appreciate the chance to try
out the Sands /before/ the big day.
Now, who brought me a drink for my trouble?" After all, Pyrene has to sit there and
/watch/ them.
Ciera
clucks her tongue at Kibai. "And if they hatch this early in the morning,
candidate? Will you whine about being rousted out of bed to come to the Sands
then? Considerations like time of day are meaningless to eggs, which means
they're meaningless to you." The bluerider starts to head towards Pyrene,
then seems to think better of it and stays near the entrance, adding to
Celeste, "And the reason for doing this at all is to get you used to the
eggs. People used to get mauled to death because they panicked when dragons
came out. Since egg touchings started, maulings have gone down significantly,
since the dragons and candidates are comfortable together. We haven't had
anyone attacked since... oh, I think the last one was the poor boy Ringwraith
went after. Harripotter, I think it was?" She dismisses the thought with a
flick of her hand. "No, go on. Touch."
Llewellyn
shuffles. Hot. So hot. "Uh. Drinks?" Oh yeah; he pulls at his hair
absently. "Well, Pyrene, Cook said I couldn't bring anything out
here." Not that he argued te man down or anything, because he is
essentially lazy. Eggs are looked over. "Heard they hatch at midnight,
too.
Celeste
listens to both Pyrene and Ciera with a considering look, and then furrows her
brow. "I guess so." Apparently she doesn't see the connection.
"So, we just... touch? Aren't they still soft, though? I wouldn't want to
hurt them." She slowly edges toward the Fountain of Youth egg, and stares
at it for a bit. "Right, touch it," she murmurs reassurance to
herself and then oh-so-gently places a fingertip upon it.
Alasse
glances over at Celeste, a tiny grin on her face. Yes, truly, do they really
/need/ to face mummie dragons? And mauling? No one told her anything about
mauling when she agreed to this whole gig. But as it seems she has no choice,
she hesitantly walks forward, laying one hand on Day on the Beach Egg, since
she was snatched off the beach after all. Barely five seconds have passed
before she scampers away, sighing in relief. There! Job done, egg touched,
she'd rather go back to chores now.
"Technically
speaking," Pyrene is always happy to correct a bluerider,
"Harripotter was the last one mauled.
There are usually a few who make an attack, but the candidates are
usually pretty nimble at dodging. How's
your right feint, Kibai?" Cadge
watches all, and instructively swings her tailfork forward, waggling it towards
Kibai in poor imitation of an attacking dragonet. "Which cook was it, Llew?" Pyrene demands, brows furrowing ominously.
Caeran
doesn't have a drink. He's had enough of kitchen duty, and if he has to serve
one now he's going to do something very un-harperlike. He listens to the
explanation of the egg touchings with half-interest, eager to just go out there
and explore. Who knows how long the dragons will be in such a pleasant mood?
Finally, he gets his chance. He scuttles over to Nissionath's area and heads
straight for the ugly egg known as Bob.
Kibai
continues to polish off his redfruit, glancing up at Pyrene's explanation, his
smile almost secretive, only that he doesn't make all that much of a secret
about keeping it under wraps. "Certainly, Weyrwoman. And there really is
nowhere else I would wish to be right now. I am sure that we all appreciate the
honor." Granted, he doesn't have a drink to give her, but the redfruit is
lifted and gestured to. He'll happily throw it at the Weyrwoman, oh yes. Gaze
shifts over to Ciera, and again he nods his head, "Not whining per se,
just asking a question. Thank you." The boy blinks though as he is being
tail waggled at. Now, that doesn't happen every day. "I'll try to improve
upon it, ma'am."
"THe
one who doesn't bathe, Pyrene." Llewellyn yawns, stretching slowly. Forged
From Hate Egg catches his attention, and he sidles toward it, fingers reaching
out to splay on its fiery shell in gleeful curiosity. So this is what a dragon
egg feels like.
"Oh!"
Celeste suddenly pulls back her finger, startled. "I... felt something. At
least, I think I did." She frowns at the egg, now unsure. "It was
nice, whatever it was." Although she doesn't brave placing her finger back
on the egg, she gazes at it happily for a bit before moving away toward another
egg.
Gold
Cadgwith and brown Sidramuntalath's eggs, all twenty-one of them, are situated
on side of the geo-thermal sands, half buried and heavily guarded. Those eggs
aren't quite as ugly as people say they are, while Gold Nissionath and bronze
Aboleoth's eggs, count 'em, twenty-four, are situated opposite of the 'mature'
queen's clutch, just as guarded, if not more. All eggs are kept turned and warm
as baby dragonets continue to grow inside.
1.
Forged from Hate egg 24.
Hurricane Lamp Egg
2. A
Flicker in the Dark
3.
Windthrown Fireweed Egg 25.
Backpacker's Water Bottle
4.
Spirit of Courage 26.
Fish Abuse Egg
5.
Glowing Embers Egg 27.
Ocean Crest Egg
6.
Campfire in the Woods Egg 28.
Goldfish Bowl Egg
7.
Melting Marshmallow Egg 29.
Guardian of the River Egg
8.
Nuclear Boom Egg 30.
Into the Toilet Bowl Egg
9.
Foom! Pyromaniac Egg 31.
Puddle on the Floor Egg
10.
Trogdor the Burninator Egg 32.
Watery Watcher Egg
11.
Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire Egg 33.
Sewage Tank Overflow Egg
12.
Flaming Cheese Egg 34.
Acid Rain And Toxic Spills
13.
Flame-Forged Steel Sword Egg 35.
Cool Watery-Effect Wormhole
14.
Shot Up Pink Flamingos And Burning 36.
Morning Dewdrop Egg
15.
Desire the Fire Egg 37.
Bob
16.
Glory of the Sun Egg 38.
River Rafting Egg
17.
Walking on Hot Coals Egg 39.
Fountain of Youth Egg
18.
Firefly Crashing Into Chinese Lante 40. Day on the Beach Egg
19.
Reign of Fire Egg 41.
Celtic Pool Egg
20. Out
of the Ashes Egg 42.
Dog's Water Bowl Egg
21.
Will-O-Wisp Egg 43.
Mountain Waterfall Egg
22.
Beach Bonfire Egg 44.
Sleeping with the Fishes Egg
23.
Flaming Lamborghini Egg 45.
Rockpool Egg
Auryn
moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the
Sands.
Alasse
blinks and starts in surprise as she gets a strange feeling, looking around to
see what happened. She can't seem to
locate the source, but she feels drawn to the Celtic Pool Egg. She hasn't lost all her wariness however,
and it takes her a bit to make her way over, step by slow step. This time, when
Alasse puts a hand on the egg, she doesn't retreat immediately, but instead
strokes the shell softly.
Ciera
grunts in Pyrene's direction. "Eh. It doesn't count as an attack if they
don't spill blood or break bones, in my mind. Jakith /pretends/ to go after
people all the time, but he never hurts anyone. Not yet, at least," she
adds, glaring sternly at the candidates. Just in case they get ideas.
Caeran
eyes the egg suspiciously. "How...odd," he comments, slowly drawing
away from it. No more Bob for him. He sidles away from the watery clutch over to
the fiery area. There the melting marshmallow egg calls out to him. Hoping for
a more comforting experience this time, he gently lays his palm on the smooth
shell of the ovoid. These eggs are so big, and there are so many of them! How
will he ever get to them all?
Llewellyn
stares. Just stares. After a long moment, he moves away, though his gaze rests
on it a little longer. Pyromaniac Egg next recieves his attention, and he
touches, with just a hint more caution than before. Who knows if he'll be burnt
this time.
Auryn
semi-runs onto the sands, panting as she appears to be slightly out of breath.
"Sorry I'm late!" That came out louder than she intended, so the girl
speaks again, in a lower voice this time: "The cooks wouldn't let me go
before I cleaned up /someone's/ mess." Accusing glare at fellow
candidates. Only then she remembers to do a quick curtsie towards the dams and
sires of the sand. "Wow." The single word is spoken softly as she
finally realizes she's where she belongs; on The Sands.
Kibai
reluctantly turns to look at the various eggs littering the sands. With an
almost indolent shrug of his shoulders, and a careful glance back to the
rousing gold, he starts towards them. With a sigh, hand reaches out, the pads
of his fingers just lightly brushing upon the surface of the Out of the Ashes
Egg. No real reason that this is the first he touches, other than the fact that
it is simply there.
Celeste
drifts across the sands toward another egg, the Glowing Embers, and examines it
with her head tilted for a moment. "Do they all give you that
feeling?" To find out, she reaches out and this time places all five of
her fingertips on the eggshell, although the rest of her body is still a full
arms-length away from the egg.
Caeran
grins, a farway look in his eyes. A less disturbing emotion is emitted by this
one, but still a rather scary one to realize your having. It's almost akin to
-hunger-. Maybe he should move on. After giving one last admiring look, he
strides over to another egg that has caught his eye, the Into The Toilet Bowl
egg. Its colors just fascinate him. He traces the orange streak with the tip of
is index finger.
Alasse
jumps again as she gets another strange feeling. Pyrene receives a suspicious glance as though the goldrider is
the source. Still....the experience is
not unpleasant, and curiousity bubbles up inside Alasse, who manages to tear
herself away from the Celtic Pool Egg to wander over to the Backpacker's Water
Bottle. Really, the eggs are quite
interesting to watch...and yes, those are Cadgwith's eggs the candidate is
admiring. Maybe she hasn't seen
Nissionath's eggs yet? Still, the water
holds her attention for the time being.
Auryn
realizes that no-one seems to care whether she was late for the touching or not,
and thus she ventures bravely towards the nearest egg, the Flaming Cheese Egg.
She places her hands on the shell, letting them caress it softly as her eyes
shine with excitement.
Fwooosh!
Fiery feathers brush your consciousness, leaving searing trails of pain across
your mind. It's a sweet sort of pain, though, the awesome kind that comes from
witnessing something wonderful and ageless, and the screaming cry of some great
bird flying away echoes in your head.
Llewellyn
humms beneath his breath. Hot, all these eggs. Maybe that other one, that out
of ashes egg -- maybe that one's cooler. And so, he wanders over, absently
rubbing his hands over his pants as though to rid them of the sensation of
being wrapped in fire. Fingers trace, elegant, the surface. What happens here?
Kibai's
attention shifts away from the Ashes egg, glancing around and back as Auryn
scampers out onto the sands. He offers the tardy candidate a wry grin, and then
looks back to the egg he was touching with a touch of chagrin. Huh. Idly, he
reaches up to take a firm bite from the redfruit in his other hand, chewing
away as he moves on. Chew-chew-chew. Firefly Crashing... seems like an
acceptable one.
Caeran
frowns. This egg seems to bring back unpleasant childhood memories, though he
isn't completely sure why. Shrugging, he moves over to the next-closest of the
giant orbs, which is the Watery Wormhole egg. This one is just as neat, and it
doesn't have any of the strangeness that seems to be connected with his last
touching. Fingertips glance across the leathery shell.
Alasse
shivers as she gets another one of those feelings, hands held tremblingly over
the Backpacker's Water Bottle Egg. Her knees are weak and wobbly, and she has
to let her hands down on the egg's surface, to get her bearings or risk falling
to the Sands. And Istan-bred or not, she definitely doesn't want that to
occur. The contact seems to comfort her
for a few moments, mouth open a bit in surprise, before she looks up to again
take note of the gold. Alasse beats an unashamed retreat to the edge of the
clucth to find an egg there.
Fwink.
Not a very impressive sound, but ominous enough. A sudden empathy for VTOLs
drawn to candle floods you, as the brief flare of flames licks at your nerves.
A sense of irony pervades the whole affair, though why that should be is a
mystery.
Auryn
wrinkles her nose as if smelling something nasty - and she soon retracts her
hand from the cheesy egg, casting a glance around the sands to see her fellow
candidates absorbed in their own touchings. "Oh well," girl mutters,
disappointed in not having anyone to share her egg-experiences with - but
that'll come later, probably. Somewhat heartened by that thought, she ventures
on to an entirely different egg; the Goldfish Bowl. She touches it lightly with
her fingertips, as if afraid to break it.
Kibai
sinks his teeth into the fruit once again, chewing lazily as finger-tips slip
over the eggs surface. The teenager seems to smirk though, but there is still
that touch of amusement turning at his lips. The boy turns away though, gaze
drifting over the other candidates scattered about. Time to go fondle another
egg. Just one of many. Two-steps away and he reaches for the Desire the Fire
egg.
Auryn
snaps her hands back from the goldfish egg, her eyes darting around the cavern
as if she was caught with her fingers down the cookie jar. With a slightly
guilty look, the brat trudges on to Liar, Liar egg. Now here's one for a proper
brat!
Watching
Cadgwith nervously, Alasse moves over to the other clutch of eggs, wondering if
she will have those strange flashes with a different gold's eggs. She ventures over to the Will-O-Wisp Egg,
pausing a moment before letting her fingertips play lightly over the surface of
the egg. She leans forward, peering
more closely at it than any of the other eggs she has touched, examining the
colors on its surface.
Caeran
gasps. That was all so vivid. But it couldn't possibly have been real. He
shakes his head and stands up, having only now come to notice that he fell to
his knees sometime in the last few seconds. A bit scared, he decides that it's
best he walked around a little. So he walks all the way across the Sands to the
Flame-forged Steel Sword egg. Cadge's eggs must be safer, somehow. That's a scary
thought.
Lylia
moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the
Sands.
Celeste
pulls her hand back thoughtfully, and considers the egg a moment before moving
away. "They're different for different eggs, then," she announces.
"Very interesting. I wonder how they do it." She shuffles across the
sands again, crossing toward Cadgwith's clutch, and pauses beside the Goldfish
Bowl egg. "Hi," she greets, before placing her whole palm on the
surface. She's getting braver, see.
Llewellyn
sidles on over to Fish abuse after rising from the Ashes egg. "My. These
eggs are interesting." On so many levels. Fingers glide, slide, make known
the details of the Fish Abuse egg: stagnacy and staleness, greens and muddy
browns.
Auryn
looks displeased once again, a frown settling on her face. Stupid eggs! There
has to be a nice one somewhere... looking around, her eyes fall upon the Spirit
of Courage egg. That has to be nicer than those, those... mean eggs. With mean,
green dragons inside.
Flicker.
Crackle. Scorch. A sense of urgency rises, a need to run, get away, /now/. In
contrast, though, comes a fascination with the licking red and orange and
yellow of the flames, a desire to move closer even though instinct scream
against it. Herein lies the dilemma--get away, or stay and burn?
Alasse
jerks her hands away from the Will-O-Wisp Egg, unnerved by the feeling it gave
her. She felt like she was going to be
lost in it, forever following...something.
A second quick touch confirms the feeling, and rather than abandon
herself to the temptation, she steps away, looking over her shoulder at it
after a few steps. Realizing she
paused, she hurries back over to Cadgwith's clutch, picking first one egg then
another to touch quickly before she moves on.
Kibai
blinks owlishly at the egg he was just touching, and then gently pulls his hand
away from it. He shrugs his shoulders with obvious negligence before moving
over and towards the less fiery eggs scattered out and about. Attention is drawn
towards Puddle on the Floor, the egg, that is. With a sigh, he reaches towards
the hardening shell.
Celeste
slowly detaches herself from the Goldfish Bowl Egg, and wanders among the eggs
on Cadgwith's side until she finds herself drawn to the Rockpool Egg. Once
again pausing beside it, she examines it before placing her palm upon the
shell. "These are neat," she comments to the cavern in general.
Alasse
escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
Llewellyn
shivers a little. A bath. Yeah, that's it. He needs a bath. Oil all over his
skin! He rubs his hands against his pants again, wrinkling his nose against
what he is sure is a foul stench. "My word." That's all he gets out
befor ehe slithers away -- towards Celeste and the Goldfish egg. "Tell me
this one isn't slimy." As if dragon eggs are slimy. Fingers dance
hesitantly on the leathery surface.
Caeran
stares at the ovoid in awe, feeling as if he has just passed some kind of exam.
Maybe these eggs weren't as safe as he thought. This tempts him back to the
watery ones, to the Fish Abuse egg in particular. Why? Probably those sick
childhood memories again. In any case, he lightly places his palm near the top.
Waiting to see if he feels anything quite as unusual.
You
probably don't want to touch that. A pool of warmth spreads over you, but it's
the kind of liquid warmth that makes you nervous about what it is you're
stepping in. A sound grows in the back of your mind... is that the apologetic
whimper of a chastened canine?
Well
now. That was disturbing. Kibi seems almost to startle, instantly pulling his
hand back and away from that Puddle egg. "Yuck." Maybe this was a bad
choice heading over to the more watery eggs. Poor judgment call. He'll
definitely remember that now. Of course, that stumbled step backwards sends him
right up against the Acid Rain egg, one hand reaching out to press against it
and hopefully keep his balance.
Celeste
pets the Rockpool egg calmly for a moment, then turns to one nearby it -- Dog's
Water Bowl Egg. "That one was calm. It was nice," she recommends it
to the other candidates, before reaching out -- both hands this time -- to
place her palms on top of the Water Bowl egg.
Caeran
gasps once more, but this time it's for air. Once he is completely sure he can
breathe, he gets away from it as fast as he deems is safe. He doesn't want to
irritate the queens. Perhaps water-related things aren't the best thing for him
at the moment. When he arrives at the flaming Lamborghini egg, he practically
embraces it. Yes, dry land for him. Nice hot Sands.
Auryn
changes her expression to one of delight as she touches the spirit of courage
egg. Giving it an extra little pat, she reluctantly moves on, having heard that
limiting yourself to one egg only limits your chances of Impression. Not that
she's not going to Impress, but it's better to be on the safe side. The
Will-O-Wisp catches her attention, and she finds herself running her hands down
its smooth surface.
Foulness,
corruption, poison! A plethora of unpleasant sensations assault you. Acid sears
at your skin, dissolving it away painfully. An oily substance clogs your lungs,
making each breath a struggle. Your eyes and throat smart from noxious gases
rising all around you, and the water streaming down your face into your mouth
only makes it worse. Choking, spluttering, being eaten alive from all
directions, the feelings threaten to drive you mad.
Yikes!
Would anyone blame Kibi if he just went running, screaming from the sands right
about now? That idea that the eggs are hideous is pretty much well solidified
after bumping into that acid egg. To say it is disturbing is pretty much well
not giving that egg justice. He pushes off of that egg, shuddering. It takes a
brave young man to actually try to touch Watery Watcher after those last two,
but he does so.
Auryn
sighs, a wistful sound, as she touches the will-o-wisp. "Ohh..."
Looking more pleased than ever, the brat continues her sandy path until she
reaches the Fish Abuse egg. Drawn to its... strangeness, she lets her fingers
touch it.
Celeste
apprently has decided to move back toward Nissionath's clutch, because she
pulls her hand away from the Dog Bowl Egg with a thoughtful "Huh" and
moves into the midst of the firey eggs, pausing beside A Flicker In The Dark
Egg and resting one palm upon it expectantly.
Llewellyn
chokes back a laugh, for that egg is just funny. Silly. All that jazz. Hmm.
Now, where to go next: Desire the Fire Egg is a likely suspect, and it is
touched. Caressed. Patted. You'd think it was a pet.
Caeran
isn't an alcoholic. Really, he isn't. But he does quite enjoy the sensation he
gets, and he is now assured that all the choking ooze that was in his throat
has been cleansed. Finally he forces himself away, finally ready to try something
else adventurous. Yes, it is time that Caeran faced the one and only Trogdor
the Burninator egg. He confidently saunters toward it and taps it with his
fingertips.
Llewellyn
goes home.
Ciera
looks up, head tipping to one side. "Just a moment," she mutters to
herself, then nods to the other riders. "I've got to slip out for a while.
I'll be back before too long."
Ciera
escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
A
flicker of movement in the corner of your eye. A rustling just at the edge of
audibility. Darkness seems to lurk around you suddenly, the shadows hiding
something unknown. You can't see it, but it can see you.....
Celeste
moves away from the egg, and glances toward the exit with a small frown.
"I'm supposed to be in the kitchens, now. Again." She starts trudging
toward the exit. "I suppose I should probably go before the cooks assign
me extra shifts for being late," she decides dully. Pausing at the exit
she bows to the clutchparents again. "Thank you for letting us
visit," she adds, before disappearing out.
Celeste
escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.
Kibai's
hand remains upon the Watcher egg for a touch longer, his curiosity getting the
better of him now at the thing that is lurking within. The briefest of frowns
creases his brow, the palm of his hand sliding slowly over the surface. With a
sigh though, he pushes away. The teenager takes another bite from his redfruit,
scanning the expanse of the cavern for a moment as a few of the others begin to
slip out. He continues weaving through the eggs, brushing up against the Liar,
Liar egg.
Omniscience.
This egg revels in it. Touch as softly as you like, but you can't fool it. It
knows! And, 'ware, for it will not be afraid to let all others know either.
Caeran
mumbles a couple of made-up words before removing his trembling hand from the
Trogdor egg. Yes, that was very interesting indeed. He can't wait to see how
that dragonet turns out. It'll end up mauling somebody, most likely. His musing
done, he determines that it's time to move on. Cautious steps take him closer
and closer to the Fountain of Youth egg. Maybe this will be what he has been
searching for.
Auryn
smirks, for unknown reasons, and lingers a bit longer around the fish abuse
egg. She seems to enjoy it, for some obscure reason. But alas, one can only
handle a small dose of abuse, even if it's for slimy fish, and she stumbles
over the morning dewdrop egg instead.
Kibai
pulls away from Liar, Liar, smirking at the egg. Really now. Kaes would
probably get along swimmingly with that one, he must recommend it to her. Path
continues on and towards Forged from Hate, squinting a little at the colors on
the egg's shell before reluctantly pressing the palm of his head to the
hardening surface.
Auryn
smiles to herself - that egg loves her. Ooh yeah. But she suspects it only has
a blue inside, so she moves on quickly before the creature gets too attached to
her. A blue could never be as buff and
manly as Druseth. Desire the Fire is latched upon - she's feeling brave again.
Alright.
Fine. Then he won't touch. Hand peels away from the egg just as suddenly as it
touched it. Kibi smirks, and then offers up a scowl at that egg.
"Alright... I think that I am just about done here." Hand dusts off
on the thigh of his trousers, slanting a glance across to Pyrene. "You
gold... and the other, seem to have rather..." Come one, think of a proper
word to describe it. "... interesting eggs here." *cough*
Pyrene
raises her eyebrows.
"Thank-you," she says lightly, inclining her head to accept
the.... comment. "I'll look
forward to seeing you out here again soon." Oh yesss, she willl.....
Kibai
shakes his head from side to side, murmuring, "It was a pleasure." He
weeps for the future of Reaches with whatever spawn comes out of those things.
Disturbing and then some.
Lis
moves into the heat, shimmered and blurred by the ripples that rise off the
Sands.
Auryn
squeaks softly - she's not old enough to feel like that! You corruptive eggs.
The girl sets her mouth in a defiant expression and turns to glare at the two
golds. "I think I've had enough eggs for today!" she hisses, not
really caring if she managed to offend the queen by that remark. "'Sides,
I have chores to do." Mumble, mutter, curse-under-breath, and she's off
the sands.
Caeran
peers skeptically at the Fountain of Youth egg. How philosophical for something
that hasn't even been born yet. He walks aimlessly around the the area for a
moment, pondering all these deep, egg-induced thoughts. That is, until he runs
straight into the Campfire in the Woods egg. He moans in pain. "OUCH! I
stubbed my toe." He kneels down, rubbing it. Cursing the hardened shell
that did this to him.
Caeran
glares at the flickering egg that towers above him. How dare it give him such
frightening thoughts while he was on the ground writhing in pain. He pulls
himself to his feet and announces,
"I think I need to go to the infirmiary." Then, trying to save
as much of his dignity as possible, he limps off the Sands and hopefully toward
some relief. He's had enough touchng for one day.
Caeran
escapes the earth-born heat and heads off the sands.