Egg gazing (candidates/open)

[Kisha-Ra]

Zamir’s graphite stick swept across the page, adding shading to a sketch of Malaracyth’s eggs, there was no way he was going to try colouring it though, he could draw a good diagram, and make a reasonable sketch of any animal that would stay still long enough but the application of paint to anything was beyond such artistic skills as he possessed. Zamir knew what would happen if he tried to add so much of a hint of colour to his drawing, Malaracyth’s clutch would end up looking like a terrible but very colourful accident, insulting the queen dragon and wasting a piece of paper at the same time. He’d just taken notes on the varied colours of the shells on another page.

Looking up again, Zamir sighed, he wasn’t quite sure why he was doing this, it looked like a duty, but sitting here in the stands, hunched over sheets of paper that rested on a wooden board over his knees, felt like a guilty pleasure. He wasn’t even sure what he was going to do with these notes and sketches. They probably didn’t belong in the beastcraft hall, he reflected as he rubbed out some of the shading on a small egg to make it look more metallic, and in any case he wasn’t sure he should send them to the northern continent anyway (weren’t the council up in arms about all this Weyr business?) maybe they could be added to the Weyr’s records then, or more likely they’d be added to the reams of paper that infested any area Zamir occupied for more than a few days, carefully kept flat and occasionally referred to or painstakingly copied.

So, was he wasting his time and effort here? Well, if he considered it objectively, Zamir would have to admit that since he was spending time on this that he almost certainly could have been doing something more useful in on this the answer to that question was probably yes. However since Zamir was not a very objective person, and he was getting to look at the eggs as much as he wanted as long as he kept his head down and didn’t annoy Malaracyth, he would certainly have answered no.

[Lysita]

Narine had been having a little walk and thought that perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if she had a quick look at the eggs. She slowly walked through the entrance, her gaze immediately fixed upon the eggs and she let out a soft gasp. Then a sound came to her ears and she swung her head to look up in the stands, someone was there! She tilted her head curiously and made her way to the stairs and started up them. Who was this person? She wondered as she made her way, her resolve set to find out who it was.

[Kisha-Ra]

Zamir’s hand paused for a moment, stopping the slight scratching sounds of his drawing in favour of listening to the sounds of human footsteps and a slight intake of breath that had to be at the eggs. They were, Zamir admitted, quite breathtaking.

The footsteps resumed, coming closer, Zamir was pretty sure he was the only one here at the moment, unless someone else had come by while he was admiring the eggs, that was also possible. In any case it was probable that whoever was here now was approaching him, presumably expecting some kind of conversation. Zamir examined his work for a moment, wishing Zamora was here. Then he wondered when exactly he’d come to rely on his little sister so much for help socialising. He was a grown man; he could manage a little conversation.

Zamir turned to look at the approaching person, a girl, or rather a young woman, of about his age, maybe a turn or so either way, he was better at guessing animal ages. ‘Hi.’ It wasn’t much of an icebreaker, especially when spoken in Zamir’s deep, hesitant tones, however it was about all he could manage.