You enter the wide tunnel into the Hatching Grounds.

Tunnel to the Hatching Grounds

Carved from a natural split in the rock, a long tunnel goes from the main living section of the weyr deeper into the mountain. Leading into the Hatching sands, glow baskets are spaced periodically to illuminate the path to and from either end.

You see Pirate here.

Obvious exits:

Entrance Sands Galleries

You enter from the central hallway.

You walks up the stairs to the Hatching Grounds' galleries.

Galleries

Tiers painstakingly cut from the sides of the cavern wall line the sides around the tunnel reaching from the weyrbuilding. Lovingly smoothed down, cushions are scattered to provide more comfortable seating. Columns towards the back hold baskets of glows to light the darkness, illuminating the aisleways that run between each section of seating. The passages into the grounds also break through with light onto the hot sands in front of the galleries and down from the airway above.

You see Muir's Logging Machine, Maeve, Ginny, Saffire, Traek, Sot, Khan, Penne, Icicle, Ego, Sweetpea, Venture, Iago, Guss, Oogle, Narciss, Vrroom, Tasuki, Solo, Mischief, Juli, Starchild, Chokora, Cryn, and Fiddler here.

Spryte and Shaye are here.

Obvious exits:

Exit Ledges

Lyllya plods her way into the galleries, nodding to Spryte and Shaye as she settles a tray near the railing. A seat is selected before her gaze goes, once again, to her fellow candidates. "How are you all holding up?" The barest trace of a frown can be seen on the ex-weaver's face as she asks the question.

Shaye shakes her head softly "Not very well?" she says with a little shrug, the depressed look on her face clearly states that she tells the truth. Worried green chitters at her softly from a chair nearby. She isn't doing very good, despite what she said earlier...

Spryte shrugs her shoulders and continues scratching at her knee, nervous habit she's picked up lately. A realization that Lyllya can't see the shrug forces words out " Surviving." and what else is there to say at this point. Everything changed with the storm, the satisfaction with her life, of knowing things always work out for best has been shaken. Life goes on, ..concerned look passes to Shaye " It will take time Shaye" is whispered. Words she has heard spoken to those who have lost someone close, but does it work? Does time heal all things...?

From the Hatching Sands, Sabria stretches, looking up in startlement as she finds herself sitting in a slight shallow in the sands, rather toasty warm despite the fact that Fabrinath has moved on to fussing over the eggs again. The fact that the Weyrwoman was tucked up in a pile of sand like an egg might be somewhat amusing. "I hate it when you do that, Fabby." she grumbles, struggling to get up and brushing sand off of her clothing. She looks around the devastated cavern and wanders over towards the clutch where the queen is lying. "What are you doing love?" she yawns, as Fabrinath is...licking an egg? "Did you want to wash them down or something?"

Lyllya nods at Sprytes words. "Look on the bright side." Yes, there is one, and Lyl's going to point it out to everyone, no matter how annoying it is. "It could have been a lot worse." The eggs are gestured to with one hand. "Most of them were saved and I'm sure they'll all hatch into healthy baby dragons." Sabria's words are heard and the tray indicated. "I brought food, and juice. I can go find some wine, if you want it."

From the Hatching Sands, Karise strides in from the tunnel in the back.

Shaye gives a grin and shrugs "Yeah. Could be worse." she says, nodding to Spryte and noting her words. Good words too. A nod is cast towards Lyllya "You know, I'm hungry...haven't really thought about it till now, but I am..." she says softly to teh other Candidate.

Elisa steps gracefully up the stairs from the Hatching Grounds' tunnel.

Arial strolls nonchalantly up the stairs from the Hatching Grounds' tunnel.

From the Hatching Sands, Leathers are completely ruined. Just as well, though. Considering all the mess that has happened in the past few days, the last thing that she wants to be is trapped in herderhide. So, for the moment, Karise remains upon the edge of the sands, looking about at ruin and sandbags, before she finally spies who she's looking for. "Sabria..... did you need a hand with anything?" It's not like the greenrider had much to do... her home kinda went out to sea. Literally.

Riella strolls elegantly up the stairs from the Hatching Grounds' tunnel.

From the Hatching Sands, Sabria is frowning and staring at the queen licking at her brood. "Hold on a second Karise..actually on second thought, could you go over to the railing and bring down the food and drinks that Lyllya brought?" The goldrider sounds distracted as she heads over to her dragon's head. "Fabrinath, stick out your tongue for a moment... crackdust, what in the world is..." She stares, because there's a great streak of... blue across the dragon's green tongue.

Spryte raises an eyebrow at the mention of food, who could possibly be hungry, it's not as if anyone forgot to eat right? A loud rumble in her tummy area puts the halt to that thought, hmm..could be you can forget to eat. Fingers pick idly at a hole she has managed to scratch into her pants at the knee and she peers at it with idle curiousity. How did that occur..no mind. Although the food looks good and the words are somewhat comforting, her mood has not changed for the better.

From the Hatching Sands, Tam heads out from the main ground tunnel entrance to the Sands.

From the Hatching Sands, Mhairi heads out from the main ground tunnel entrance to the Sands.

From the Hatching Sands, Sabria is frowning and staring at the queen licking at her brood. "Hold on a second Karise..actually on second thought, could you go over to the railing and bring down the food and drinks that Lyllya brought?" The goldrider sounds distracted as she heads over to her dragon's head. "Fabrinath, stick out your tongue for a moment... crackdust, what in the world is..." She stares, because there's a great streak of... blue across the dragon's green tongue. (repose)

Lyllya looks up for a moment. "Hungry? You know, I've been so busy that I hadn't even thought.. why don't I go get us something." And, just as the words are out, the weaver is off at a dash, returning a moment later with yet another tray. "There, it's meatrolls and a few other finger foods, but it'll do.. for now. They're still busy with cleaning in the kitchens, I didn't want to be a bother." A roll is snatched and bit into as the weaver looks down at the galleries, blinking at the mention of a blue tongue.

Shaye gives a slight grin to Lyllya "Thanks," she says, snatching a meatroll from the tray and nibbling thoughtfully at it as she peers around and then down towards the Sands...wierd.

From the Hatching Sands, Karise pauses at that, head tilting for just a moment. "Hm? Food.... oh, yes." Some habits do die hard, and even though she hasn't taught clutches in some time, there are some things that simply need to be done. Like now, it seems, as any comment that she was going to say is belayed in getting said tray. Steps are careful, more of getting over to the galleries than worrying Fabrinath... shells. She saw the dragon born. Ahem. She does pause, however, at the epiteth, glancing back just as the dragon's tonuge rolls out. Uhm. "..... should I even ask?" She's rather afraid to, actually. Blue stuff... across a dragon's tounge? She doesn't want to know.

From the Hatching Sands, Mhairi steps onto the sands and shakes her head as she looks around the sands at the debris and the eggs. She smiles at Tam who she entered with her "Looks like a job I can do. Elisa should not class helping Sabria as hard work." She smiles at Fabrinath and gives a nod of respect to the gold dragon and then frowns as she watches Sabria inspect the dragon's mouth and she crosses the stands carefully towards Sabria and Karise.

Elisa enters the galleries quietly. Not as depressed as earlier, she is still subdued. And exhausted. The woman /still/ has not slept, though only a handful know that for a fact, and they're not here to chide her about it. She sits near the front rail and just... watches Sabria and Karise. She could be a ghost, for all the color in her skin lately.

K'les comes down from the viewing ledge.

Arial starts up the steps to the galleries, wanting to see what's left of the clutch after the disaster. Only Sabria's voice pauses her, and she turns to look over her shoulder. "Wh-ha?!" Blinking, she looks from the queen to her lifemate and then back to Fabrinath... or actually, Fabrinath's tongue.

Spryte peers over at the tray of meatrolls, perhaps one wouldn't be amiss at this point, she really does not feel that hungry in spite of the arguement her stomach is having with her. Legs slide into a position to bring her to her feet and quiet steps walk her towards the tray. A meatroll is picked up and more played with than eaten, her eyes going towards the sands as they get wider. The queen is licking the colour off an egg? In spite of herself she watches a bit fascinated, this she has never heard of before.

From the Hatching Sands, Grumbling slightly, because she had to work overtime in the infirmary, helping the healers clean out the groundweyr and help the injured, Tam enters the sands and looks around with a bleary sort of resignation. "Shards," she mutters softly, dark eyes flickering over to Fabrinath and her rider. Mhairi is given a slight smirk as Tam follows her and notes, "Hard work is anything that involves movement after birthing, silly. Didn't you know that?" Giving the gold a quick bow, she turns to Sabria and inquires, "Ah... her tongue is blue?" Yes... she's such an oberver, that one.

Lyllya gives a worried look to Elisa but merely gestures toward the tray now being shared by the candidates. "We've rolls here, if you'd like." Fabrinath is eyed again and the weaver shudders. "Just like dye." Shudder. Twitch. The roll is bitten again and the portion chewed slowly, as if she'd suddenly lost her appetite.

Shaye peers down at the Sands, still nibbling the meatroll....how do you lick the color off of an egg? Idly nibbling and pondering by turns, the Candidate just idly watches the queen.

From the Hatching Sands, Sabria looks into her dragon's mouth. "Oof! No more wherries for you!" Holding her nose, the weyrwoman looks like an alligator wrestler with her head in the gold's mouth. Using her hands, she guides the tongue out further, ignoring the squishy sensation. Not being a dragonhealer in full, she looks around, about to call back Karise when she catches sight of more riders coming in to help. "Taaaaaaam!!!" The other dragonhealer in the weyr is beckoned. "Come take a look at this." The worried woman is a little paranoid, probably just anxiety brought on by Fabrinath's own frazzled nerves.

Elisa looks at Lyllya and smiles weakly. "No, thank you. I'm not hungry." Not that the necessity of eating has ever been dismissable due to lack of actual hunger. She watches the fuss over Fabrinath. "I think we found out where T'on hid Sabria's paints." Paint and dye is as much a commodity around here as swords and axes for proddy greenriders. And often gets hidden as frequently. And T'on /had/ been stuck out on the sands after Kyrith was turned into Pern's Smallest Gold.

Arial sits on a steps, knees going weak. "Oh shards, please let her be alright," she chants worriedly. The last thing the Weyr needs is to loose a queen as well as a clutch. "Paint?" Turning up to Elisa, she lets out a relieved sigh. "Just paint." Shaking her head, she snickers, "T'on's gonna be in trouble..."

K'les saunters down from the ledges where Pfelth has maintained a vigil since the flood. In fact, they both have, as their weyr is far too soggy for comfort. "G'day, everyone," she greets with a smile. Her gaze is distracted, however, by the kerfuffle on the sands below. Blue? Most curious. A muffled laugh escapes her lips at Elisa's wry comment.

From the Hatching Sands, Crickey, mate, it looks like the wild dragon hunter has just caught herself some massive prey.... ahem. Back to the subject. Karise leans up to the galleries just enough to spy Lyllya and that tray, before musing, "Could I bother you for a few of those, and some juice?" At least she didn't ask for the whole tray. Karise has done that before... but she's in a bit of confusion over Fabrinath's tounge. At least it's not green. As a dragonhealer, she'd worry over that. But right now, she's got to wonder just what the dragon has been up to on the sands. Once that food is gotten, she heads back toward Sabria, waggling a 'roll in offering, as she glances up to the gold. "Hmm... and I thought it was just my leathers that got splattered."

Spryte notes the presence of the Weyrwoman for the first time, frowning at how pale she looks, but knowing better than to say anything after watching her on the sands. Her own meatroll has flaked it's way to a small pile at her feet, but then a blink at Elisa's words "Paint? Why would someone paint an egg? " her head shakes at the thought, impossible. Aqua orbs stare at the queen, concern still evident at the sight of the blue tongue.

From the Hatching Sands, Mhairi laughs gaily and shakes her head "Paint?" She grimaces "why on Pern would Fabrinath eat paint? Unless she was licking Kyrith?" Mhairi frowns with puzzlement over that and then shrugs, still crossing the sands, her eyes darting from egg to egg and then to the mother dragon.

Lyllya blinks. "Paint?" The other candidates are glanced at for interpretation. Karise's words are heard and a bob of her head given as the candidate picks up the tray and hands it out below the railing. "I'll just run for some juice." The blue tongued gold is eyed again as the weaver makes off, returning with a 'skin full of juice and handing it out as well.

Elisa grins wryly at the bewildered looks she is getting. "Sabria likes colors. Lots of them." She thinks that's why Zivath is the colorful red-spattered thing that she is. "Especially when she is proddy. She takes T'on's swords away, he takes her paints away. But hiding things from Sabria is tricky. I imagine that Fabrinath's digging punctured things while she was clutching." And hence... blue tongued dragons. No relation to that Chow dog with the blue tongue.

From the Hatching Sands, Tam blinks at the vehemence of Sabria's call and slips past Mhairi to get to Fabrinath and her massive cerulean appendage. She comes close to it and for the sake of the goldrider, makes a definite show of examining the muscle as she strives to wonder how in Pern did Fabrinath get that stuff on her tongue in the first place. She coughs a few times to clear her throat and murmurs, "Ah.... I believe it's just... pain, Sabria. Reaching her finger out, she touches it and manages to rub off a small amount onto her skin. Presenting it to Sabria, Tam offers a comforting smile. "It'll come off on its own. I don't think she's in any danger." Other than potentially clashing with her skin, that is....

From the Hatching Sands, Sabria turns bright red. Uh, her face that is. "Oh! Where the heck..how in the world?!" She starts glaring at the innocent eggs..then drops Fabrinath's tongue and marches off towards the still damp section of the Cavern, poking about with a toe and eyeing the piles of debris at the back. "What the..." Yep, see the little spots of color? The little jars and containers that are definitely out of place hidden in the trash? "T'ON!!!" Oooh, good thing that the greenrider isn't here at the moment. She heads back towards the clutch and the others, fuming slightly. "Okay...someone get me some buckets of... /warm/ water and some soft rags!"

Spryte heaves a small sigh of relief at the dragonhealers words and slides her bottom down onto the bench behind her. She starts to poke at her knee again but stops when she realizes she has just rubbed meatroll paricles into the hole in her pants. Blueish green eyes go darker as she peers at the spot, hole, meatroll, not a good combination. Leaning back she reaches for another meatroll, this time to actually pop a piece of it into her mouth. She watches the gold rider stomp across the sands, nice bright colour riding high on the womans cheeks and just stares. For once something has distracted her from both her nervous scratching and her thoughts.

Thanial walks up the stairs from the Hatching Grounds' tunnel.

Lyllya just shakes her head. "Painted eggs, blue tongued dragons.. what next?" Does she even want to know? "Water and rags?" The other candidates are looked to. "That was probably for us." Again, the weaver dashes off; all of this dashing about is going to do wonders for those troublesome thighs. She returns with a bucket in each hand and a bundle of soft rags tucked under her arm. "Where do you want them?"

From the Hatching Sands, Karise pauses as Lyllya comes back with that skin, flashing a sheepish grin, before heading back over to where the riders and dragon sit, though the thought of paint had come to mind. It would make too much sense, considering, lips pulling into a soft grimace. "He didn't just /leave/ them out here, did he?" That... actually sounds like something he'd do. Her free hand mvoes to rub at her face, head shaking slightly, before she murmurs, "I swear.... I wonder if he thinks at all...." There's a glance around, before she spies that look on Sabria's face, and to where she is actually looking. Uhm... oh, geeesh. "Just bring them toward the front of the galleries. We can move them down here." Egg washing? That's a new one.

From the Hatching Sands, Mhairi clasps hands behind her back and is sure that carrying buckets of warm water counts as heavy work so she does not volunteer and smiles as she sees the candidates working, they have their uses. "That is a lot of water just for a tongue Sabria." she comments softly and she shakes her head as she muses to herself, a grin on her face "Swords and paint, the things T'on gets up to."

Spryte nods to Lyllya and moves to help her with the buckets and the rags, helping to lift one down onto the sands. "Do you need more than just these two? " is asked as she balances near the railing.

Thanial climbs up the steps, taking two at a time in his long legged stride before taking a seat by his fellow candidates. He's looking slightly worn and haggard, but faring very well otherwise. "Evening all," he greets before looking at the chaos out on the Sands. "What's going on here?"

Lyllya shuffles over and deposits both buckets down near the railing, placing the rags over the rail to keep them from picking up any bits of sand that may be present. The mention of the culprit is given a rather unsuprised expression and the ex-weaver simply shakes her head. "Suprising." NOT! Thanial is given a glance and, for the first time, the candidate fails to blush. "Apparently, one of the eggs encountered some paint."

Elisa waves a hand towards the sands. "T'on hid Sabria's paints in the sands, and didn't get them out before Fabrinath clutched. With all her digging, she probably has been coloring the sands this entire time." She grins at Lyllya. "I imagine several of them have been decorated. Sabria has a lot of colors in her arsenal." Yes, arsenal. Along side the cabinet of ladles.

From the Hatching Sands, Tam winces at the yell for the green rider and does not envy the man when Sabria gets her hands on him. Granted, he might have been doing them all a favor by getting rid of those paints, but T'on /really/ should have hid the evidence much better. Like dropping the whole lot into the Caspian Sea? It's what she would have done, for sure. "Don't forget dresses. Although he gets into them," Tam notes sagely, as she moves to head off Mhairi. "You get the rags, I'll get the water," she orders in a gentle but firm tone of voice. "No need to prove anything to anyone, Mhairi."

From the Hatching Sands, Mhairi grins at Tam and nods "I forgot the dresses, though they are usually Kym's and not Sabria's." She follows behind to get the rags and sighs softly "One would think that having a baby had made me fragile or something. I feel fine, Ciara is the fragile one, so tiny." She grins "But I follow orders, well when made to." She winks and takes the rags from where they have been hung and wanders over to Sabria "What are your orders Sabria?"

From the Hatching Sands, Sabria takes the rag from Mhairi dips it into the buckets by the railing. "SEcond though, make the water almost boiling, we don't need to get the eggs wet with cold water again." she tells those folks up in the galleries and heads back up to her dragon and wipes at her tongue. "Stop licking them Fabby! We'll get them wiped down alright?" She gestures for the other riders out here to assist, not wanting too many people out here at once to make the queen nervous.

Thanial gives Lyllya a rather disgruntled look, "Painted, you say?" Nial's never going to get used to this Weyr. Never. "And it's T'on's fault?" Now that doesn't surprise him. "Do you need any help down there?" He calls down to the weyrwoman, willing to help. Let him at those eggs.

Lyllya retakes her seat and grabs another roll, munching it absently as the strange events unfold. "I brought it fresh from the kitchens, they were boiling it to get ready for some sort of cleaning." Lyl didn't stick around to find out /what/ they were cleaning. She's seen enough carnage to food, thank you. Thanial recieves a nod, though chewing keeps her from doing much more.

From the Hatching Sands, Mhairi nods at Sabria and dips her rag into the bucket and crosses to an egg and she crouches down by it and begins gently wiping the muck of paint off it. Her movements are gently and studied, being a mother has certainly calmed her downa little, or at least made her movements more considered. The dark egg in front of her is soon more clearly visible, the remnants of paint and other items coming off on her rag which becomes a multiple of colours. She shakes her head "Poor T'on, he is not even here and he is trouble."

From the Hatching Sands, Holding another bucket of warm water in hand, Tam glances down at the sloshing liquid and sighs. "So you want me to boil this one then?" she asks, staring down at the container. She looks up at Fabrinath instead and gives a wane smile as she asks, "If you stick your tongue out, I can hopefully wipe down most of that color from it." In her mind, she can hear Timoth's opinion of her suggestion and she snorts softly, replying to her brown in kind as she places the bucket down on the sands and places both hands against her hips, debating her next move.

From the Hatching Sands, Karise settles the tray down for now, hoping that the mess of lizards near the galleries don't decide that it's lunch. Stay.... stay.... good. A bucket and cloth taken, the greenrider at least has the presence of mind to place on one of her gloves, before sticking it, cloth and all, into hot water. Stuff kind of hurts, you know? Instead, she pauses by one of the eggs, looking more like a crystalized shard than anything else, before slowly wiping it down. "Eh gad... it got paint everywhere." Nose wrinkling, she shows the now stained rag, before going back and cleaning another spot. Someone's going to be in a lot of trouble when he gets here.... she'll have to remind herself to stay and watch.

Arial just grins like a big, goofy wherry as she watches the action below her. "Leave it to T'on to create havoc and not even know it." Laughing up at Elisa, she winks, "I'd pay good marks to be a firelizard on the wall, tonight."

Sunlight's brazen hues flicker into existence as Siofra explodes from between.

Elisa raises an eyebrow at Arial. "Are you kidding? My luck, anything I'd see in their weyr would give me nightmares for months." You just... do not want to see what T'on does, even if half the Weyr seems to have seen him in, *ahem*, action already. She shudders delicately and resumes her observation.

Spryte picks and plops pieces of meatroll into her mouth, eyes travelling first to one rider and their now multi-hued cloth and then to another. She leans forward to try and see what the eggs look like after their washing down, but there is too much comotion going on. A small smile graces her lips as she realizes both the queen and the eggs are fine. She turns her head towards the others "Well, in all honesty you can say there appears to never be a dull moment around here."

From the Hatching Sands, Mhairi tries to repress a giggle that threatens to break out "I don't think Fabrinath or Sabria would appreciate you boiling their eggs Tam." She manages not to laugh but the hint is there in her voice. She stands up and crosses back to the bucket and dips the rag in, trying not to get her hand too far in and watches the colours leave the rag and enter the bucket and she glances around for another egg to clean. She spots the yellowish one and grins "Wonder what is hiding behind those blue spots." She crosses the sands and begins wiping away at the blue spots and frowns as not blue comes away but yellow.

From the Hatching Sands, Sabria goes back to the gallery and rinses the rag, motioning Fabrinath to back off slightly and let the other riders work. "Yes, I know the paint tastes terrible, which is why you should let them clean them for you. They're riders hon, they're not going to hurt your eggs." They're all bonded to her babies one way or another after all, kids or grandkids. She freshes the rag and tackles the Tweety bird egg, running it over the surface, coming off with more yellow to reveal more spots of blue under the paint. "Huh." That wasn't what she was expecting, but oh well. She repeats, rinsing out the rag and turning the bucket yellow. "Refill this?" she says, looking up at the candidate filled galleries.

Lyllya silently watches the egg watching, her head shaking from side to side occasionaly. "Painted eggs." Elisa's words elicit a cough from the weaver candie before her head bobs at Spryte. "Truly." At the request for a refill, Lyl stands once again, taking off to return with a full bucket. "It should still be warm, I hurried." She's going to be one buff weaver when this is all over.

Arial coughs, "Good point Elisa." Shuddering, she turns her gaze back to the Sands. "Ack, blue? But I was sure..." Pausing, she looks towards the candidates and shrugs. "Guess not."

From the Hatching Sands, Tam rolls her eyes at the blue rider and notes, "I /was/ referring to the water and not the egg, you know." But the scold is rather mild as she heads out to get some more water from the kitchen. This time, when she lugs her container back onto the sands, there is visible steam coming from the bucket. Another rider has apparently been drafted to clean Fabrinath's tongue, so Tam resigns herself to egg cleaning. She begins to scrub on one of the bright red ones, only to discover green tones beneath the stubborn layer of paint. "You know... this would have been so much easier if you used watercolors instead of oils, Sabria."

From the Hatching Sands, Karise continues to scrub that egg, though occasionally, her gaze flickers over to Fabrinath. Poor thing... her eggs got splattered like so many of her leathers. And this time, it wasn't even the usual culprit. "It shouldn't take us too long, Sabria. Looks like they were more splattered than anything.... and some have been missed." At least the egg trapped in overabundant greenery seems that way. Or maybe there's green paint on it. Either way, another scrub allows her to move away from one egg to the next, before she snorts at Tam. "That's the reason she uses oils. It doesn't come out." It's true... though she soon ducks behind an egg to studiously start cleaning.

Spryte decides not to dwell on the mental images that Elisa' words could provoke, instead she peers at the ever changing eggs, thinking how they are revealing themselves differently now. But then...? Although nice to look at and touch, it is what is in them that matters. A thought goes again briefly to the others but she slips past that thought to the ones on the sands again " Whoever Impresses these babies will have stories to tell to them of this clutch." she figures this will probably go down in history, flooding, paint..what else could possibly happen down there?

From the Hatching Sands, Mhairi laughs softly as she returns rag to Tam "Ahh you knew what I meant?" She takes the scold for what it is, a gentle tease and she squeezes out the rag, wincing as hot water streams over her hands and then she pauses and the rag is dropped and she shakes her head, making a face "I think I am wanted. A mother's work is never done." She wrinkles her nose and makes her way out off the sands "Have fun cleaning workers." She smiles at Sabria as she leaves and the other riders "SHould not take too long I will be back once I see what Ciara is crying about." A hand wave is given to the galleries and then she is gone.

From the Hatching Sands, Mhairi heads out the mouth of the main entrance.

Thanial should help Lyllya, really he should. But he doesn't. Instead he just watches, offering comments now and again. "Are you sure that's enough water?" Oh, how helpful he is. Watching the egg washers, he nods his head in agreement with Spryte. "Shells, we'll have stories to tell as well." Xanadu's turning out to be the craziest place he's ever visited - and he's visited a lot of places. Some things he's going to keep to himself, or his parents would never let him come back.

Lyllya simply shakes her head. What could happen next? Probably better not to ask, you may get an answer. Thanial is given a rather unthankful look at his offer of advice but she remains silent. Men. Really. "Hopefully it's just splotches and not layers.. that wouldn't be too easy to clean up." Paint, dye, they're now in the same category. Scary.

From the Hatching Sands, Karise notes, "We've still got a few more eggs to go." That to Tam, even as she pauses at one spot on an egg, one that looks far too much like a blotch. Funny thing is... it's still there. Must be natural, after all. "Oh, we're only kidding, Sabria." Sort of. A smirk shows that she does remember certain incidents at Bahrain, and some were rather interesting. Others... well. Someone still owes her clothes. And she'll need them, now. "Considering.... well." No need to continue with that thought. "We should probably get as many as she's comfortable with." Her head jerks in Fabrinath's direction. Only so many people out here, after all.

From the Hatching Sands, Fabrinath watches all those people crawling and touching her eggs, against her better instincts, she starts rumbling low in her breath. Sabria's head comes up, backing away from the egg soaked in red paint with gold and white accents. "Uh, guys? I think Fabrinath's patience is wearing thin, maybe we should finish later. When she's more restful." As long as they finish before they Hatch, what's the harm, right?

Lyllya sighs, nodding in agreement. "I'd better head back out and see what is next to be cleaned." She's going to be finding dirt in places that she didn't even know she had. "This is going to take a /long/ time to clean up.."