23.Mar.13, 10:33 PM
A curious silence fell over them, and like Oahvakeen Isscer turned back to his work. He painstakingly corrected his earlier uneven line, then continued to rake the sand into neat, clean furrows. There was something to be said about order, really, and Isscer smiled at his handiwork. It would be pretty while it lasted; who knew when draconic paws or human feet would destroy their work?
Isscer didn't think anything was amiss at first. He simply disregarded Oahvakeen's digging as a sign that he had found a particularly large piece of eggshell buried in the sand, and continued his own work. The man's questions made him turn, and Isscer carefully laid his rake down. "An egg? You're joking," he scoffed, shaking his head at the redhead.
But as he drew closer, leaning down beside Oahvakeen, Isscer was stunned to see that it was something very strange. "That can't be a dragon egg!" Isscer shot Oahvakeen a confused look, half of him wanting to ask if this was some kind of joke. He decided against it, not wanting to offend his new friend and scare him off, and set to digging instead.
Once he and Oahvakeen had cleared away enough of the sand, Isscer caught the smith's eye. "If you pull carefully from the top, maybe I can get my fingers down along the sides so we can just wiggle it right out." What could have caused this thing to be so packed into the sand? It was large enough that Isscer would have assumed that other Sands cleaners would have found it.
"If it's a firelizard, you can have it," Isscer joked, a grin flitting across his face as he winked at Oahvakeen. "Reckon you won't have any trouble at all finding a weyrmate if you Impress a Gold." Women did tend to love shiny objects, and firelizards had the advantage of being both cute (as he'd heard some of the female Candidates describe them) and shiny.
Isscer didn't think anything was amiss at first. He simply disregarded Oahvakeen's digging as a sign that he had found a particularly large piece of eggshell buried in the sand, and continued his own work. The man's questions made him turn, and Isscer carefully laid his rake down. "An egg? You're joking," he scoffed, shaking his head at the redhead.
But as he drew closer, leaning down beside Oahvakeen, Isscer was stunned to see that it was something very strange. "That can't be a dragon egg!" Isscer shot Oahvakeen a confused look, half of him wanting to ask if this was some kind of joke. He decided against it, not wanting to offend his new friend and scare him off, and set to digging instead.
Once he and Oahvakeen had cleared away enough of the sand, Isscer caught the smith's eye. "If you pull carefully from the top, maybe I can get my fingers down along the sides so we can just wiggle it right out." What could have caused this thing to be so packed into the sand? It was large enough that Isscer would have assumed that other Sands cleaners would have found it.
"If it's a firelizard, you can have it," Isscer joked, a grin flitting across his face as he winked at Oahvakeen. "Reckon you won't have any trouble at all finding a weyrmate if you Impress a Gold." Women did tend to love shiny objects, and firelizards had the advantage of being both cute (as he'd heard some of the female Candidates describe them) and shiny.