[Egg Hunt] Smithy

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Julim was out of breath by the time he got to the Smithy, but it was worth it. No one else had gotten here first. The warmth of the forge made the whole rather large room warm, what better place to put a flitter egg? The only better place would be the kitchens - where other people already were - or the Hatching Sands, where he was NOT foolish enough to go.

Now to find somewhere a bit hidden, preferably with something soft Julim started searching carefully, looking for an old stack of Smithy aprons or gloves . Maybe in a corner or in a box? He hadn't been to the Weyr Smithy before and wasn't sure where things were kept. It was nice to be warmed through though, that was for sure.

He would have to try to help out in here, or the kitchens. He liked Sunset Weyr, but there was no question that it was colder then HJigh Reaches. There were no hot bathing rooms to lounge in and even the living caverns weren't warm enough to wear just a light shirt in. The fact that no one looked at him with sympathy in their eyes more then made up for having to wear a thick sweater all the time though.

"C'mon egg? where are you. Where did momma flitt hide you?" She had to have been this smart, didnt she? Maybe she had hidden all the eggs in the Rider's weyrs that had fireplaces? He really hoped not.

[Sher]

There was definitely a lot to look at in the well-organized smithy. It was not a primitive facility anymore, thanks to the efforts of the resident smiths. The thick leather aprons hanging on a rack were arranged by size, some of them with char-marks, most with pockets.

As to the bucket of gloves, they also seem to be made of leather- so thick, they were almost stiff. Another set of buckets held metal buckles, the sort that were used in dragon harnesses.

There was a wooden tray of sand on the floor by the bellows- the sort of setup used to make molds for casting in metalwork- with barrels of water, oil, and brine to provide different quenches set directly behind the tray.

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Sand?

He'd forgotten about the sand. He hadn't done a whole lot more then pump the bellows and swing a hammer as directed when he'd worked in the Smithy, so he'd never used the sand.

Fire lizards naturally clutched in beach sand!

Carefully and gently Julim started sifting through the sand. If there ws an egg in the nice warm sand he wanted to be sure he didn't hurt it. Getting warmed all the way through while he was doing it was a bonus.

[Sher]

Unfortunately for Julim, the only thing hiding in the sand was a cooled splatter of metal. Congratulations...! Or not.

At least there were plenty of other places to look here. The entire room was sufficiently warm from the residual heat of the recently-worked forge that there was real potential anywhere.

((Bad roll! Don't give up!))

[azure]

Well, it had seemed like a good idea. Maybe this was a smart gold flitt and knew hot bits of metal went in the sand? If so, he needed to find an unused area.

Searching around the edges of the room, he ended up back by the aprons, carefully checking pockets. People had habits so most of the Smiths would have and always use one apron. Some of these were never worn, maybe there was an egg in one of them? It was worth trying anyway. Next would be going through the bucket of gloves.

Lovely lovely warmth. He was definitely volunteering at the Smithy if he could!

[Sher]

The first pocket examined has a used handkerchief in it. Yuck.

The second is empty.

The third - Now, how did that get in there? Something very soft is waiting in the third. Soft, and misshapen.

((Sending PM!))

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Carefully Julim took the precious little egg out. It was gorgeous. Back home, Fire lizards were few and far between. This was a lucky day for him.

Some quick work with a leather thong and his undershirt made him a little cloth sack to hang against his chest. He'd ask the headwoman for a pot to put sand and the egg in, then that could go by the fireplace until it was close to hatching time.