12.Apr.13, 01:53 PM
There was the warm fuzziness of comradery and teamwork that made his head feel like it was made of soft wool. It faded slowly as he focused on the task at hand. They couldn't just leave a dead egg in the sands, it wouldn't exactly be very clean. He imagined a candidate trying to impress the egg, that was dead, and how strange that might be. And then he imagined the egg bursting forth while trying to be impressed and unformed body parts, ooze, and gore dripping from the shell. The thought turned his stomach. He didn't exactly like dragons that much, but his imagination had been too cruel. A dead dragon seemed like a shame, no matter how it happened or where that dead egg went.
"I'll take it with me and bury it in a little grave outside. This shovel should still be useful.".
He heaved it inside his bucket. It didn't really fit but rested on the top of the bucket. He held his shovel and rake in one hand and picked up his bucket in the other.
"Okay. Readysetgo!", he tried to jog off the sands but the precarious bucket and its burden didn't like the sudden movements. He slowed his pack to a very brisk walk.
"I'll take it with me and bury it in a little grave outside. This shovel should still be useful.".
He heaved it inside his bucket. It didn't really fit but rested on the top of the bucket. He held his shovel and rake in one hand and picked up his bucket in the other.
"Okay. Readysetgo!", he tried to jog off the sands but the precarious bucket and its burden didn't like the sudden movements. He slowed his pack to a very brisk walk.
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