Tiar trailed along the halls of the Weyr wandering aimless. Usually during such times she'd be found working away in the forge, but of late her muse had gone and today for some reason she'd felt the need to flee her usual safe haven. Pausing she stared out one of Ista's windows watching the sea crash along the coast. Perhaps she'd journey along the beach front? Then suddenly she paused suddenly growing still and dashing back to the barracks.

Her egg! Her firelizard egg! It was fit to hatch soon! And she could hear the distant sound of firelizard humming as she slid into her room. Bumping carelessly and throwing short apologies over her shoulder as she went. Skidding to the earth she grabbed the hastily rocking pot. Emptying the sand from it's hold and cupping her egg within her hands her eyes wide with wonder.