Early Bird Gets the Worm[OPEN]

[FirebrandPhlox]

It was a cool spring morning, the kind where the air hung heavy with the humidity from the prior night's rain. The ground was soaked from the precipitation, soft and malleable. It was before sunrise, with only hints of daylight starting the glow on the horizon.

Fragile smiled to herself as she dug, her arms and knees fully encased in mud. She didn't mind the damp conditions. In fact, the rain was exactly the kind of weather she had been waiting for after another of High Reaches' long, cold winters. She dug deeper into the wet earth, revealing what she had been searching for.

Triumphantly, she plucked the grubs from the ground, transferring them to the small box laid open beside her.

Why bother dig? Plenty bugs in weyr. Fragisk commented, sniffing at the box. Lots mud and work for small amount.

"I enjoy digging for the grubs," Fragile said gently as she pulled more from the Earth. "It's meditative, a nice way to unwind after our duties. Besides, a hot bath feels nicer when you're cleaning off a solid layer of grime."

Fair. Fragisk snorted, still not entirely convinced, but not wanting to discuss further. He resigned himself to sitting and watching as Fragile continued to dig, humming to herself. Neither paid much mind to the person approaching them from across the weyrbowl.

[Fel]

It was early. It was too early. Corrin wanted to be asleep. She should have been asleep in her nice, warm bed. Nightmares had woken her, and the idea of going back to sleep seemed somehow less attractive than going for a walk and trying to forget the dream. It had been such a brief, fleeting thing, but disturbing despite that.

Astralaeth slept on. She found she was okay with that. She didn't need the garnet's musings on the nature and inevitability and necessity of acceptance of death this morning. Not just yet, at least.

Thread writhing across her sister's—

She shoved the thought away. Anything but that. Camilla was fine. More than fine! Probably plotting out Elise's love life or something. Or Takumi's. He really did need help in that department, after all.

She barely noticed she was walking toward a wherhandler pair until she was practically on top of them and stopped behind the digging woman before she tripped over her. She yawned, then gave a halfhearted sort of wave. "Morning." She paused. "... Why are you digging?"