Finishing his chores early, Dac decided to go out in search of adventure. Maybe walk along the beach and find a flit nest, or go down to the lower caverns and sample the delicious food there. Or, maybe he could go back up to his weyr and clean it, candidates were supposed to have clean rooms at all time anyhow. Nahhh... the other possiblities sounded too good. Flits sounded like the best prospect, so he headed out to the beach in search of a hidden clutch. What would his friends say if he found a nest?

He began to feel his muscles cramping after the hard work he had in the morning and then the absolute absence of physical activity when he took an afternoon nap. He jogged at a fast pace down the woody path and his short legs propelled his stock frame throught the numerous branches overgrowing the path. He came to a point when another path intersected his, and he heard a whistling comeing down it and decided to investigate.

Dac continued his jog and felt his muscles ease comfortably. This gave him time to clear his heads and rearrange his thoughts as he headed down the narrower path towards the loud whistling.

Found himself in the middle of the orchard in no time at all, Dac lazily grabbed a heavy, reddening fruit and continued his pursuit of the whistle. He bit into the heavy fruit and the succulent juice ran down his chin and dribbled down the front of his brown wherhide vest. Dacmerac paused for a moment and wiped the fruit juice off of his chin and walked around a large tree to find none other but his sister, Ducamaree, sitting peacefully hands furiously whitting at a large piece of wood. Judging by the pile of chips, she had been here for quite a few candlemarks.

He coughed and she looked up, startled, and stood. She stood only an inch shorter than her younger brother and they had the same sparkling klah brown eyes. "Dac, what are you doing here?" Duca asked him gently and then noticed the fruit hanging limply at his side and the obivious stain on his vest. "Good fruit eh? Better wash up so that stain dosen't set." She chided him and held up the carving as if for his inspection.

Slightly puzzled, he ran his hand through his cropped gradually darkening hair and looked quizzically at his sister before he glanced down at his vest and noticed the stain from before had miraciously widened and had seemed to grow in length. "Shards and shells!" he grimaced, then laughed. "I guess I need a bib. Come back with me, you know I can't get stains out."

"You could get the stains out, only if you could keep them off you though..." Duca replied solemnly. "So what about the carve? Whadda think?" She asked and held it up once again, watching Dac's eyes gently inspect the carving.

He smiled, "Well, you could have picked a better piece of wood..." He joked and was rewarded with a firm punch in his shoulder. He rubbed it. "Hey! You didn't say i couldn't be honest!" He said with a merry twinkle in his eyes.