15.Jul.13, 07:53 PM
Her eyes got wide at his suggestion, gaze flicking all over the floor of the forest area. An egg of her own! Now THAT was an idea. Taking another big sip from her skin, she giggled and stood, clucking sweetly at Tryst. "Tryst, you sweet little thing. You are gorgeous, yes you are. Do you want to help us find eggs?" She bounced up from where she had been seated, squinting her eyes as she focused on thinking.
Eggs. She had seen individual eggs come in before, and had heard of many, many different places they had been found. Her head was a little fuzzy, but she shook it lightly. Rivers, trees, sands - beaches were a thing, or so she'd heard in the past. But there weren't really beaches in the forest. Maybe along the edge of the river here in the clearing, that was almost like a warm sunny beach. She padded over, peering up and down and not seeing anything right off the bat. It inspired a little disappointment, but she shrugged, turning back to look at Ryvian. She'd follow his cues - he'd actually done this before.
As she followed over to him like an obedient puppy, wrinkling her nose at the lingering taste of wine. This stuff was bitter, but kinda fruity. It was like fruit juice that had sat in the sun too long, or been left on a dusty shelf too long in the kitchens. But it was making her warm and cheerful, and she had to agree with Ryvian that it made for a good mood and a less boring view of the world. Maybe this was adults kept from going insane. "Lead on! How'd you find Tryst?"
Eggs. She had seen individual eggs come in before, and had heard of many, many different places they had been found. Her head was a little fuzzy, but she shook it lightly. Rivers, trees, sands - beaches were a thing, or so she'd heard in the past. But there weren't really beaches in the forest. Maybe along the edge of the river here in the clearing, that was almost like a warm sunny beach. She padded over, peering up and down and not seeing anything right off the bat. It inspired a little disappointment, but she shrugged, turning back to look at Ryvian. She'd follow his cues - he'd actually done this before.
As she followed over to him like an obedient puppy, wrinkling her nose at the lingering taste of wine. This stuff was bitter, but kinda fruity. It was like fruit juice that had sat in the sun too long, or been left on a dusty shelf too long in the kitchens. But it was making her warm and cheerful, and she had to agree with Ryvian that it made for a good mood and a less boring view of the world. Maybe this was adults kept from going insane. "Lead on! How'd you find Tryst?"