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

[Snow]

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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.

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As Eavan reached into the scrap pile, her fingers brushed against something out of place. Something round, but smaller than an egg would be, and too hard.

A fallen thimble.

But then, as she felt under the less mobile of the looms, she touched something warm, just slightly moist, and very, very delicate!

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[Snow]

Eavan pulled her hand back surprised to feel something so moist and...and delicate. She bent down and looked where her hand had just been. Indeed, there was something definitely egg shaped under there. Carefully, she reached her hand in again and without breathing, pulled out the firelizard egg. The shell, though almost unimaginably fragile, was a brilliant white but with mahogany colored spots on it.

Since she had found it, she guessed that meant she got to keep it. At least that's what she thought the man had said. She'd have to get this precious thing somewhere warm and fast. Any dimglow knew you didn't let an egg get cold! Cradling the soft shell in her hands and hugged as tight to her warm body as she dared, she made her way back to the Living Caverns to find something warm to put her egg in.