Difference between revisions of "Logs:The Candidates Visit the Eggs"

Candidate Barracks, High Reaches Weyr

Word gets around sooner or later, from mouth to mouth, from candidates working together in the kitchens to those in the stables; evidently, the weyrleader let it slip sometime this afternoon that he'd be escorting candidates to the sands after supper. By the time dinner is over and clean-up nearly complete, a buzz meanders through the barracks; by this time, N'thei materializes in the entrance, quiet to take stock of the goings-on inside the room.

Niena hurries in and hands Lujayn one of a handful of wherry feathers she has, then holds onto her scratched arm.

Lujayn grins, moving to stow the feather in a safe place. "You should get that looked at in the infirmary," She urges Niena, looking up from her press.

Carisandra watches the pair with the feathers. It looks like she's going to ask something of Niena and Lujayn but changes her mind and closes her mouth instead.

Louvaen is sitting quietly at the end of his bed, passing the time by working at a little piece of wood. He has a cloth of course linen draped over his lap to catch the shavings thrown off as his rasp saws back and forth over the as yet unidentifiable object in his hand. Sound of Niena and Lujayn's conversation draws his gaze idly up, but it is not until his eyes fall upon the Weyrleader by the door that his work stops.

Fraya trot, skips, and bounces into the barracks, grinning happily. Her arm is covered, as if protecting it from something. She looks around and frowns, only /then/ does she notice the Weyrleader and she squeaks. She drops her sleeve around the 'protected' arm and peers about curiously for her partner. Spotting him, she scoots over and settles herself on the cot beside him. "Looouvaaaen. Did you get some hide?" She whispers, rather loudly at that with a wide grin upon her lips.

N'thei tiptoes aside, surprisingly agile for a person of his size, and leaves the passage clear for the girls hurrying in behind him. A bemused look finds Niena's scratched arm, Lujayn's quickly stowed feather; he's quick to clear his throat and pretend not have noticed-- or been confused! "Since this is High Reaches, I'll assume you all have heard." He picks up his voice to fill the dying buzz in the room. "Before I throw down the rules, any questions?" His eyes land on Fraya and Louvaen at the loud whispering there.

Niena murmurs to Lujayn "It's fine -- it was more intent on escaping than on revenge. Just a surface scratch." She puts the rest of the feathers in her press next to a block and a vial of perfume as well as some other miscellenia.

Lujayn nods, falling silent when N'thei begins to speak. "If you're sure," She whispers when he pauses, excitement showing on her face as the rumors about an egg touching prove true. Lu glances once to Fraya and Louvaen, keeping an ear open for the other team's conversation.

Moving back to her cot to empty her pockets of what looks like several pieces of blueish rock or crystal, setting them in the small trunk at the foot of the cot, she closes and turns back to rejoin the main group of candidates. "Other than wondering how cranky the Queen really is, to go by the rumors I've heard, no." she says candidly.

Louvaen's gaze, bland save for a hint of curiosity, is slow to turn away from N'thei even as Fraya comes to join him on his cot. "Hmm?" he says at first to his hunting partner, distracted as he sets the wood and rasp into the cloth and folds it into a bundle. But he did hear, and as he drops the bundle into the basket he has beside him, he scootches a similar basket out from under his bed with a toe. "I've writing supplies in here," he says in quiet aside. But then N'thei is speaking and looking their way. His murmured "no, sir" is probably only loud enough for the nearest candidates to hear, but the negative shake of his head is hopefully clear enough.

Fraya gives a grin towards N'thei as he looks at her and Louvaen. "Nope, sir!" She exclaims, scooting over to take the writing supplies. Her sleeve is rolled up and her covering is gone for a moment and she scribbles onto the hide quickly before wiping her arm clean and folding the hide before passing it back towards Louvaen. She puts on an innocent look and waits quietly.

"Good then." Why, one could almost assume N'thei's perfectly comfortable with all those eyes turned to him, except for the quick way he scratches his fingers across his chin and neck. "Easy rules. Don't run or act stupid; if you're not smart enough to figure out what act-stupid means, then don't come at all. No jokes about omelets, scrambled eggs-- just any breakfast-type foodstuff at all, or you will be bodily removed from the sands by yours-truly. All clear?" He half-pivots, set to usher the lot of them out to the lower caverns ahead of him with a very bland smile. The answer to Carisandra's jibe is a not-amused flick of one eyebrow, a will to pretend he didn't hear that.

Niena murmurs "Yes, sir", rubbing her arm a bit more. The welts do look superficial, all bleeding staunched already. She straightens up and awaits any further instructions respectfully.

Carisandra simply says "Understood." though she looks a bit uncertain. She knows he heard her question and the lack of an answer is telling her those rumors might be accurate. She glances at Niena and Fraya but once again chooses not to say whatever it is she's thinking.

Lujayn's affirmation is likely lost with the rest as she nods, listening attentively to N'thei's rules. She can only wait eagerly for the word to move out, looking amongst the other candidates.

Louvaen tucks his woodworking basket under the bed as Fraya scribbles their word down. "Thank you," he says to her with a smile as he accepts the hide and pockets it securely. Eyes going back to N'thei, the rules are absorbed with the smallest smile playing about Louvaen's lips, a mixture of both amusement and nerves welling behind the expression. When the Weyrleader pivots, Louvaen stands. "I'll put this away someplace safe when we gat back," is confided to Fraya as he squats to stow the second basket. Straightening, his hands give a brush to the thighs of his trousers and then the young man makes his way to the door.

Fraya nods her head, grinning at Carisandra with a small giggle before she nods at N'thei. "Yes, sir." She chimes in, smiling pleasantly at the rules. She grins pleasantly at Louvaen, nodding her head as she hops up from the cot and starting towards the door after her partner.

Hatching Sands, High Reaches Weyr

The sands are stiflingly hot beneath your feet, nearly burning through your footwear and keeping even this large high cavern quite warm. A mound of sand has been gathered up in the center of the cavern, and this is where the queen has laid her eggs and watches lovingly over them as they harden. The sands have been neatly arranged around the many mottled eggs, though the queen is never quite satisfied and frequently turns and repositions each egg.

Bordering the sands to the south and west are the tiered benches of the galleries. Ledges for spectating dragons jut out from the cavern walls in every direction high above. A dark passageway leads off the sand towards the senior queen's weyr.

The hike across the bowl could almost be termed pleasant in the late summer, the fading twilight, all that loveliness, but N'thei has long legs and he expects those with shorter legs to keep up somehow. It's a jog for the littlest candidates, his pace, and he stops at the edge of the sands without warning, turns abruptly back to the cluster of young people. "Girl that I saw at Fort." As if that were Lujayn's name, for that's who he's looking at; "Recap the rules for us before I turn you all loose out there."

Lujayn doesn't need to jog to keep up with N'thei, though her strides had been larger than usual. She stops abruptly, taking just a moment to register that N'thei must be speaking about her - after all, he's looking straight at her. "Sir," She clears her throat. "We aren't to be stupid, or run, or make jokes about eggs as food." Lu looks back towards the Weyrleader, list finished and hopefully complete.

Fraya skips after N'thei, stopping when the get to the sands. She puts on her serious look, but there's still a hint of a playful smile as she watches Lujayn. There's a small nod of agreement as she restates the rules and Fray tilts her head slightly as she looks towards the eggs. The playful smile fades and she simply watches the other candidates.

Louvaen is contemplative on the trek across the bowl, hands stuffed in his pockets and strides easily thrown long to keep pace with the pack. Having let younger candidates edge in front of him, the abrupt stop is easily accommodated as he pulls up near the rear of the cluster. There's a low cast to his brow, tension stopping short of a furrow, as he looks first to N'thei and then over to Lujayn. Her answer brings the slightest lift to the edge of his mouth, and his gaze shifts sideways back to the Weyleader. Not beyond. Not yet.

Niena nods at each point Lujayn makes, as if to etch it in her memory. Then she returns to standing still.

"Good." N'thei steps out of the middle of the way there, his thumb crooked to indicate the sands. Teonath keeps her watchful eye; some could interpret her look as menacing, sure. As Lujayn has answered correctly and evidently everyone's fortunes are tied to hers... "Go. I recommend you stay on this side of the sands, as I vouch for no one's safety." A spare glance goes to the pale queen, a rough laugh out his nose. He questions a look at Louvaen's knitted brows, adds charitably, "Don't sweat it so much, lad. This is nothing compared to hatching day."

Lujayn can't help but smile, casting her gray eyes to the clutch at long last. She breaks free from her standstill as soon as the word leaves N'thei's mouth, steps measured carefully. For the time being, Lu is content to simply view the eggs from this new vantage point, walking a meandering line with the other candidates under Teonath's watchful eye.

Fraya takes a breath and scoots over to Louvaen, gently moving to poke at him and whispering. "You go first.. I'll.. Watch your back." She gets a shifty look, peering around the sands and towards Teonath, murmuring. "I hope she's not in a bad mood..." An uneasy shift from her spot and she seems quite unwilling to be the first one forward.

As he's addressed Louvaen's face turns fully towards N'thei. There is a moment in which his features narrow, but all tension is washed away as one of the young man's smiles spreads on his lips. "Yes, sir." The phrase is natural on his lips. Giving a dip of his head, his hands are pulled out of his pockets and he begins to shift forward. At Fraya's poke, Louvaen turns a look to her. "Alright," he agrees easily enough. And then he's stepping forward onto the sands, moving towards a thin spot in the small herd of candidates.

Niena follows pensively, if warily. As is her wont, she fades into the background fairly quickly. From her vantage point, behind a shorter candidate, she is able to take in everything with minimal turning of her head.

Carisandra nods her understanding to N'thei and starts forward, walking smoothly towards the clutch. As she gets close to it she slows, looking at the variety of eggs. Eyes wide, she reaches the outermost eggs and her eyes go to Teonath. Pausing for a few seconds, she gives a hasty bow to the queen before carefully stepping between two of the eggs, moving towards the egg that is the color of a dull rock.

Natural though it may be, N'thei reacts to the yes-sir with a twinge that tries hard to turn into an appropriately detached-but-accepting smile back at Louvaen. While candidates hedge around the edges, finally rolls his eyes and moves toward Fraya, toward Niena lurking around the edges; "Shells, girls. It won't do you any good to lurk. /Go./" He even reaches with one big mitt for a shoulder of each of them, all set to bodily yank candidates toward eggs if that's what it takes.

Fraya follows after Louvaen as he takes his steps forward, slowly she glances to Carisandra then pokes Louvaen once more. Cut short of saying something, she squeaks at N'thei and his gripping of her shoulder. "Eeh.. Yes sir.." She murmurs, glancing towards the eggs uneasily and scooting forward at his ushering, though she's quite reluctant to move faster than a scoot.

Niena jumps at the touch, then follows Carisa's lead, at least until she reaches the eggs. She is drawn to one of soft blue and pink, reaching out as if she is afraid she might break it.

Lujayn narrows her line of pacing, eventually daring to pause at an egg that seems a safe distance from Teonath. Glancing up to the queen after smothering a grin that comes from seeing N'thei's exasperation, she reaches out to the shining white egg that's stained with inky navy blue. It's a soft touch, fingers barely brushing its shell, but still Lu's grin glows as brightly as the Stargazing Egg seems to.

N'thei sees the pair safely deposited at least near the eggs, turns a raised eyebrow toward Lujayn with what he can glean of that smothered grin; "Don't go looking to amused, love. You're not out of man-handling reach yet." Fingers laced, knuckles popped, he skirts right toward the edge of the sands, right where he just told the girls to move away from, right where he can catch a little puff of fresh air coming in from the bowl to the sands.

As he moves, Louvaen's gaze shifts between eggs, dam, and other candidates. Another poke sends him looking back, noting N'thei's encouragement to Fraya and Niena. This time his brows loft fractionally, and with a smile he slips in amongst the eggs. Skirting the tempestuously grey egg appraisingly, the young man peeks out towards Lujayn. Noticing her bright grin, his eyes flick back over to the eggs nearest him. Tilting his head curiously, he reaches out and brush fingers gently along the edge of one of the stripes of the blackish and whitish egg.

Carisandra smiles in delight as she can see shapes in the rock colored shell. One hand brushes over it lightly as she slowly circles the egg. With a sigh, she turns and moves on to the egg that looks like it's got every color in it. Rainbow, earthtones, pastels. The riot of color draws her to it.

Fraya peers at N'thei as he leaves her near the eggs, making a small face she moves to gently touch one of the eggs. Pausing though, she peeks around and then moves to touch the egg that has a dried shade of green curiously. First she touches it with a single finger, curiously before settling her hand cautiously upon the shell.

Niena moves away from the first egg, more confident now. Although she keeps a (hopefully) healthy distance from Teonath, she does wend her way through the eggs, touching each gently, not lingering at any in particular.

In the galleries, Leova slows, breathing heavily, as she makes it into the galleries. She strips off her jacket in a quick gesture and folds it over her arm as she hotfoots it toward the hotter sands, dropping the jacket off on one of the nearby seats while she makes the final approach.

Lujayn returns the raised brow, feeling well out of 'man-handling reach' by the time N'thei reaches the far edge of the sands. She traces a band of silver over the egg before moving on, noting each familiar face she passes with a nod. The next to draw her eye is a smoldering sort of egg, smoky and hot. Placing her palm upon it carefully, as if it might scorch her, Lu settles into the presence of the Smoke and Fire Egg more easily than her first encounter.

It's a first-visit to the sands; what can be said? Teonath is at the end of the sands farthest from the bowl, N'thei bridges the clutch at the opposite end of the sands with his back to the entrance. The dozen candidates are in various ways touching the eggs, some more boldly than others but the majority with a tentative air. Leova's footsteps grab N'thei's attention, and he turns enough to bring her into his line of sight with a smile that could easily be mistaken for easy-going; "What makes you think I'm going to let you out here now, I wonder."

Circling the multi-hued egg more than once, Carisandra's hands glide lightly over the shell. There's a small smile on her face as she stares at all the colors and the way they combine without clashing. "Your giving me ideas." she whispers to herself. Or maybe she's whispering to the egg. With a final pat, she turns and moves on towards a grassy, straw looking egg.

Leova drags her attention from the sands up to the tall, broad man who guards them, so he's caught that much at least while she catches that much more of her breath. "Don't know, sir," she finally says. "You know more about how this works than I do. Didn't want to miss it. Sorry to be late." She leaves it at that, standing square.

Fraya glances at the late arriving Leova then to N'thei, she frowns slightly and slowly rises away from the egg noticing Carisandra heading towards her and she moves along to the rainbow colored one and gently touches that shell of the egg. Her brows draw into a frown as she tries to figure out the coloring of the egg exactly, her eyes scanning over it carefully.

Louvaen backs a step away from the stripy egg with features overcast by private contemplation. His gaze lingers a moment longer before lifting away. Sidestepping obligingly to let a boy from Nabol past, the young man moves onward with fingers trailing out to drop soft caresses along the shells he passes. As he walks he notices Leova facing off with N'thei. A hopeful smile is sent in her direction, but then another egg catches his attention. Stopping in front of the deep red egg, the young man's eyes squint as they try to make out shapes in the shadows. It seems almost an idle gesture as he reaches out his palm, running it softly over the curve of the shell.

N'thei looks Leova over blatantly, eyes that judge everything from the frumpy clothing to the mussed hair to the uncaught breath. Placid; "Stands to reason that, if you didn't want to miss it, you'd arrange to be on time, don't you think." Phrased like a question but not intoned like one! He takes a step to one side, perhaps to allow her to pass? "What's your name, miss?"

Fraya glances between Leova and Louvaen with a shrug before looking back to her egg with a concentrated look. "What's going to come out of you?" She muses out loud, watching the egg seriously as if she's trying to discover it's secrets. She lets out a hum, examining it carefully.

Leova takes a matching step. No more. Carefully she lowers her lifted chin and unfolds her hands, too, so they hang loose at her sides. Her, "Sir," acknowledges without arguing. "Leova." She doesn't look beyond, not even to catch a smile: just at N'thei, a little lower than directly at his eyes before, briefly, she meets them.

Carisandra glances out to Leova and N'thei as their voices reach her. She lifts a hand and rests it on the staw eggs shell, another smile touching her face as she overhears Fraya's question. "Should we even try to guess?" she asks in a quiet voice.

Lujayn looks curiously to where Leova and N'thei stand, but her feet see nothing and continue on their path through the clutch. She brushes a shaggy gray egg thoughtfully, moving one hand over its eyelike marking before going to inspect a smaller white egg with dazzling spiral markings. She concentrates on this one, trying not to eavesdrop too much on Leova and N'thei. Trying. "Can't hurt any," She replies to Carisandra, glad for the break in silence. "What about a bronze for that big one?" Lu turns to indicate a large egg like a big clump of drying mud.

"Leova." Might as well be little-idiot, the way N'thei repeats the name. His thumbnail scrapes a trail across his lower lip while he watches the girl not-go-by, while he maintains his look directly back at her. "You know by now that I'm probably not going to let you go out there, of course. But let's hope you learned a little something from all this?" Like how he's a big jerk for no reason!

Fraya glances at Carisandra then Lujayn, giggling softly. "I was just asking. Maybe it'd tell me." She offers a playful wink towards the two with a grin and she glances at the egg. "I don't know. There's no way to know..." Shrugging, she strokes a hand along the surface of the egg, smiling to herself. Though, her gaze drifts towards N'thei with a look of shock.

By now Leova doesn't give him anything more than a similarly acknowledging, "Sir." Her gaze remains as calm as she can keep it, with just a little waver before it steadies and she stands there like that clay sentinel of an egg. Just a lump of mud. Minus the looming.

Louvaen steps back from the red egg, his attention shifting to the girls and their conversation. Amusement sparks on his features, smile pressing dimples into his cheeks, but he does not join in on their speculation. Wandering in the opposite direction, he comes to the inky blue egg with star-like speckles. He sets his hands gently near its apex, but cannot help but look over the top to Leova's deflated posture. There's a tick along his jaw. Glancing down a final time at the egg, his hands swirl in a gentle sweep and then drop away. And then he's striding across the sands, heading for the entryway. "Sir," he calls when he's close enough to not have to raise his voice. "Sir, she can take my place, if you don't want to have too many people."

N'thei shakes his head like there's even an ounce of regret in him for Leova's fate, like the cluck of his tongue that follows doesn't have a self-important edge to it. He's just got his back to her, turned toward the sands, when Louvaen gentlemans into the conversation; "Do you really think that's the problem, son?" Another click of his tongue, another shake of his head, then he casts his voice louder, toward the other candidates. "That's all then, people. You're all dismissed." Dismissed; kicked out; half-dozen of one, six of the other.

Leova, without moving her head, gives Louvaen one of those looks. One of those don't-tempt-the-wher looks. But then N'thei answers, and she bites her lip, and as long as the rider's got his back turned she mouths a silent, "Thanks." After which she stays where she is. Since she's not on the sands, after all.

Fraya squeaks, slowly rising from the egg she's touching and fleeting slowly. She casts a glance in Leova's direction and gives the girl a bright smile but says nothing in the direction. Nope, she flutters up into the gallery in retreat. Once there, she waits for the others.

Carisandra looks up and sighs. Slowly, a glance at Teonath to make sure she wasn't getting upset. She starts making her way out of the clutch. As she passes the big Stargazers egg, she brushes a hand along it's shell but does not slow or stop. She continues on out onto the open sand and towards the entrance. "Thank you Weyrleader." she says softly as she gets closer, casting a sympathetic look towards Leova before she moves on.

"But it's fun to guess," Lujayn argues playfully, just about to voice thoughts about the little white egg's occupant when N'thei speaks for all the candidates to hear. "Green, maybe." She muses to herself, still smiling as she files out with the rest.

There is perhaps an uncharacteristic hardness to Louvaen's eyes, but otherwise he accepts the Weyrleader's words with a yielding tilt of his chin. "On the chance that it was - I thought I'd offer, sir." He pauses, his eyes flicking briefly to Leova to catch her thanks. "Thank you for bringing us to see the eggs, sir," is added. And then finally his stance breaks, his feet moving in order to join the retreat.

In response, there's a downright kind-and-gentle gleam to N'thei's smiling face when he answers Louvaen's hard look; "Don't mention it, lad. Good luck with the hero bit." He waits at the edges for the others to usher out ahead of him, looks benign while he nods to the various thank-yous.

Leova's terse nod acknowledges the looks and smiles without passing for a real response. Just a lump of mud, staying there, just off the sands. No reason to pay attention, really, for all that she'd always stayed on the higher tiers before.

Galleries, High Reaches Weyr

Leova stands by that lowest tier, looking over the eggs the way she might have moved between them, or the way she might next time. If there is a next time. Starry eggs, striped eggs, red eggs, white eggs. Hay egg? It's enough to let her almost smile. Blue eggs, some the same as the starry eggs. Gray eggs. Each and every one of them sitting there eggs.

Fraya settles in the gallery, watching Leova with a small frown. "Poor Leova.. N'thei was mean." She makes a pouty-face, watching the candidate still. Her head turns to find Louvaen, if he's stuck around. Her brows draw into a frown and she watches uncomfortably.

Carisandra sighs again, glaring at N'thei and wishing she had the courage to speak up herself. As it is, she just shakes her head. Agreeing with Fraya, she adds "No real reason either." Straightening up, she adds "Need to do some laundry if I want clothes to wear tomorrow. See you later." and she heads on out to the bowl.

Louvaen has no outward reaction to the Weyrleader's final words. He just moves up away from the sands. The young man pauses by Leova, and finally his expression breaks into a sympathetic smile. He's quiet, though, not wanting to interrupt her as she looks out over the clutch. And so he begins moving again, foot lifting to find the next step. His eyes turn forward to the other candidates, seeing Fraya. A wry smile is offered the younger girl, mixed emotions softening in his eyes.

Eventually Leova finishes looking at the clutch. A little rusty golem, she takes the steps tight in the joints, with so much less of the excitement of earlier. When she passes the others she mutters, "Going to go talk to Milani. And Louvaen? Careful with him." Though she gives Fraya a glance too, no warning's needed.

Fraya glances at Louvaen again, her brows furrowing more and she motions to the spot beside her. "That was nice of you, Lou.." She murmurs, her lips pressing firmly together. "That wasn't fair.. She wasn't that late.. He should've let her touch one..." Sighing, she makes another face and grumps in her spot. A pause and she watches Leova leave with a sad sigh.

Louvaen just gives a sad smile to Leova and watches her go. A little negative shake of his head declines the spot offered, but he does walk up to the tier just below Fraya. He leans his shins against the edge and looks up at her with a shrug. "I try to look out for my friends." Half a smile manages to twist its way onto his lips. "You do, too. You said you'd watch my back," he reminds. A sigh lifts heavily in his chest, smile dissolving again as he casts a quick glance over his shoulder. "It did seem rather harsh. I understand making a point about punctuality, but we all heard by word of mouth. It didn't exactly seem a regimented affair."

Fraya sighs softly, giving him a gentle pat on the back, should he allow it. "I suppose I do.. It's not fair for him to say that.. Shards, I woulda missed it if I wasn't looking for you." She offers a slight smile, slowly leaning back and her brows working into a frown again. "I think you like Leova, Lou. That's good on you." She offers with an idle shrug of her shoulders as she glances towards the entrance.

Louvaen certainly allows back pats, in fact yielding into the consoling gesture. "Well, I'm glad you were looking for me, then," he says, dimpling. "I never thought I'd get to be that close to dragon's eggs, never mind touch them. Quite something, wasn't it?" Her shrug is scanned, bringing a sad glint to his eyes. Head tilting, "I do like Leova. She's been a friend since before we came here." He pauses, leaning over to aim a nudge for her shoulder. "I like you, too, Fraya. Even with your experiments and spying," he teases gently.

Fraya smiles, gently gripping his shoulder and she settles back. "Me too. I really needed to get that thing off my arm before I smudged it away." A sigh and she laughs. "I know.. Laylia said we'd be touching them but I didn't believe her.. It was different, for sure.." Giggling, she shakes her head, allowing him to nudge her. "I mean.. Like-like her. Like a crush." She grins, laughing softly. "I like you, too. You're a good person to talk to.. Hey. You gotta admit you like my experiments, who else would find out the things we're curious about?" Grinning, she settles back again, crossing her arms.

Louvaen seems relaxed by the contact, and he laughs along with her about the huge word on her arm. His eyes duck away as she speaks of crushes, brows lifting wistfully. "I thought that's what you meant," he says softly. "I don't have a crush, though," is added matter-of-factly as his eyes lift steady and level again. But her last words have him chuckling. "You've got a deal, as long as you admit I'm not old and boring and moldy!"

Fraya laughs happily, relaxing as her cheeks seem to flush. "Are you sure? You hopped to her rescue rather quickly.. That was sweet. I never had a crush, myself." Giggling happily, she shrugs. "Hmm. Well, you've got to do something more interesting. Otherwise you'll just be boring and moldy! Cause, you're not /that/ old." Giggling at that, she looks towards the sands.

"I'm sure," Louvaen says with a wry note. He takes a deep breath and straightens. "Okay. I'll work on being more interesting. Starting tomorrow." He grins, giving her a wink. "Tonight I might just have to be old and boring and go to bed early. I'm exhausted." He reaches a pat for her knee as he starts moving away. "But even then, not moldy!" is insisted with a mock glare before he goes.

Fraya giggles softly, nodding. "If you're sure, then.." She trails off, laughing and winking back. "Boring an moldy. Boring and moldy." She chime, laughing softy as he pats her knee an starts away. Grinning at his glare, she shakes her head. "Boring and moldy!" She exclaims, waving after him.