Saraket just about tip-toed into the stands surrounding the Sand pit. Careful to bow to the looming lump of Golden Queen, she took a seat as far back as she could, while still being able to see a few of the eggs clearly. Fiddling about with her apron, she removed two things: a stretched scrap of leather, and a stick of charcoal.
Both tools out and ready to use, Saraket took a few long moments to simply observe the large clutch of eggs. The first thing that struck her were the colors. What variety! She'd heard the stories from travelers, and passing Dragonriders back at the Hold, but words rarely did justice to hues, and tones. Sadly, so did charcoal. Sara looked down at her small stick, wistfully wishing she could make charcoal in colors besides ash.
Still, she intended to draw them as best she could. A determined expression passing carelessly across her face, Saraket put charcoal to leather.
