Eggs Marks the Spot [Open]

[Calingaladha]

Alubrath was bored. Duties just weren't interesting enough, even Threadfall couldn't keep her that engaged, it seemed. It took a little pleading, and a little planning, but she managed to convince Alara they needed a day at the beach. There was sure to be something fun there.

Normally, Alara would have sunbathed some, but it was winter and just a little too frosty-feeling for that. As it was, she found a nice big rock to settle on while her pink companion snuffled around the shore like a bubblegum bloodhound.

See, eggs! There are things to find here! The garnet had happened upon an old firelizard nest, long since hatched and abandoned, with the remnants of shells scattered around the sandy hollow. The dragon paused, sniffing the site as if she had zeroed in on something, and then began to dig with sweeping scoops of her giant pink paws.

Sprays of sand flew behind her as she burrowed, clearly intent on finding something beneath the old rookery.

"Don't get any of that over here, I'd rather not be picking sand from every crevice for the next three days." Alara warned, not without humor but not keen on living the experience, either.

[Fel]

Alisaie was most certainly not shirking responsibilities. She had just done a slapdash job of them. And then fled to the beach before anyone could question how thoroughly she'd actually cleaned and oiled her straps. They were in perfectly fine condition, honestly. Some people just expected her to absolutely obsess over them because they were "critical safety equipment".

And then she had fallen asleep under Torikoth's wing. He was quite a good space heater, and he kept her from getting sunburned at the same time--always a possibility, even at this time of year. It had been the perfect time for a nice nap, really. Who could possibly blame her?

The sound of digging and flying sand finally woke Torkikoth, who rolled over with a chirp that woke Alisaie. "Who'sawhaz?" she mumbled, sitting up and rubbing her eyes, which just spread sand all over her face. She looked up to see the very pink dragon burrowing into the sand for... reasons. And heard the rider, though didn't spot her immediately.

"Sand's not so bad," she said sleepily, then yawned. "Can wash it out in the water. It's only a little freezing."

[Calingaladha]

Alubrath's tail twitched slightly at the sound of another, but she gave no other indication that she might join the conversation, focused as she was on her digging. She was several feet down already, splashes of wet sand squelching under her paws and while they landed after being flung as she dug through a layer of water.

Alara looked to the voice, raising a hand in greeting.
"Problem is, the water has sand in it, too. I'd just rather avoid having sand in every crack on me, if I can." She grinned.
"Plus, cold water's chill just has a way of clinging to you longer. I'd much rather bathe in the caverns back home. Likely will have to, knowing how dirty she'll get and how filthy I'll be after cleaning her." She nodded to the burrowing garnet.