[Egg Hunt] Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

Eavan was sitting down nibbling on a bit of sweetbread and a glass of klah when a man came puffing into the Living Cavern. She had been reading a book she'd hoped to have finished by now, but with candidate chores it was hard to read as much as she wanted to. Curiosity got the best of her and she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the harried man. "What in Faranth's name..." She wondered to herself as the man climbed onto a table to get all those around attentions.

Once the explanation of his disheveled demeanor was clear Eavan smiled. She remembered hearing about the gold mating flight, but hadn't seen it for herself. If her memory served her correct, which it did on many occasions, she also remembered hearing about the flit that liked to hide her clutch all over the place. Personally she'd never had the drive to try and impress one of the tiny dragons, but since the man certainly could use the help she'd go look for some of the eggs. If she got to keep an egg then the more worth her while to search, but if she didn't that was fine too.

Eavan tried to get into the mind of a mother firelizard and tried to think of where she would hide an egg. Her first spot to look was in the Craft Rooms, particularly the weaver's room. Eavan figured she would want her eggs to be someplace where they were on something soft and with so much cloth about the room tended to be quite warm. Especially if she hid an egg in a pile of cloth so it was surrounded by the material.

Once she got to the craft room she began to look carefully in all the different piles of cloth, even in the scrap pile that was laying near a small fireplace in that larger sized room. She even looked under the looms in the room, for it made sense that she wouldn't want her egg stepped on either.