10.Oct.13, 10:56 PM
Casa bent down, careful to keep her knees back from the four little dips in the ground. There would be nothing worse than accidentally crushing eggs! She stroked Knack's eye ridges before turning and beginning to work on the others. As O'wain took two of the divets, she went for the other two. She continued to gently work her fingers through the sand, like she would if she was dipping her hands into water: slow, gentle, back and forth.
The first dip seemed wanting to surprise and excited Casa. She felt the sharp edges of shells, and begin to dust the sand off gently. Sadly, the nest seemed to have only shells remaining. Her heart thumped, and she realized these seemed to have been cracked early. "Oh, poor things," she mused, covering them after making sure there were no more. "Probably a tunnelsnake..."
As she moved to the other, O'wain gave a yelp. She glanced up, a wry grin on her face. That was one of the most adorable sounds she'd ever heard a grown man make. This rider, she liked a lot. She glanced over, peering into the nest. "Oh, eggs! That's lovely. I'm so excited. Let me check the last nest!"
Returning to the fourth hole, she sifted through until her hands made contact with the warm, hard shells she was used to feeling. She beamed, uncovering hers as well. "We found some after all! How many are there between us? 4? 5?"
The first dip seemed wanting to surprise and excited Casa. She felt the sharp edges of shells, and begin to dust the sand off gently. Sadly, the nest seemed to have only shells remaining. Her heart thumped, and she realized these seemed to have been cracked early. "Oh, poor things," she mused, covering them after making sure there were no more. "Probably a tunnelsnake..."
As she moved to the other, O'wain gave a yelp. She glanced up, a wry grin on her face. That was one of the most adorable sounds she'd ever heard a grown man make. This rider, she liked a lot. She glanced over, peering into the nest. "Oh, eggs! That's lovely. I'm so excited. Let me check the last nest!"
Returning to the fourth hole, she sifted through until her hands made contact with the warm, hard shells she was used to feeling. She beamed, uncovering hers as well. "We found some after all! How many are there between us? 4? 5?"