05.Nov.12, 05:10 PM
Habits such as waking up before the dawn were not easily broken, and certainly not by a day of camping. The chill of the night was still lingering, but a run and a light jacket shrugged on were quite enough to fend it off. She was strolling down the beach, contemplating food, when a delicious smell wafted towards her. Just up the beach, a man cooking, with klah steaming. Her stomach grumbled, and Ellaira made a wry face. It didn't take long to reach him. She recognized him as one of the newer weyrlings.
"Good morning," she said pleasantly. "That smells amazing. Did you make enough to share, or should I go forage for something to trade? People keep finding eggs on the beach" - eggs she was very suspicious about, as they were hardly similar to any avian eggs she had seen in her life - "and I'm sure I could find something to contribute."
"Good morning," she said pleasantly. "That smells amazing. Did you make enough to share, or should I go forage for something to trade? People keep finding eggs on the beach" - eggs she was very suspicious about, as they were hardly similar to any avian eggs she had seen in her life - "and I'm sure I could find something to contribute."