offspring
Another nest.
Ginn didn't appreciate the one before enough. So he resolves to do better by this batch. A perpetuated sentiment, he thinks.
Not that the ones younger than him ever had eggs in their care before, but they still resolve to do right by the next generation and oh, Ginn really is fast losing any opportunity to call those four hatchlings to their face.
After a silly, furtive, useless look about he tells the eggs about it instead. He uses his words and all. They don't have functioning, open eyes for him to do it any other way, but the spark that leaps about when anyone pays them attention means it's a sacrifice he can deign to make.
He pats the nearest one for one last crackle and walks away, just in time for Prawn, Caesar and... that's Kekki, to come walking down the tunnel his way.
Scrubbed too raw for that kinda conversation Ginn turns the other way and ducks into the next nearest chamber; Trouble's mad laboratory.
Her occupied mad laboratory, he notes the very next second.
Ginn slinks forward anyway.
"They can be a bit much, huh?" Trouble says, seemingly to the goey substance she then smears into the cauldron. As if in answer, the brew, low-simmering, burps.
He gives himself a pass on not taking the flicker of the fire as sign someone would be here, with how she has no problems letting conoctations bubble away unsupervised. He does recriminate himself on coming in anyway, even with the hurry he was in, since the only thing worse than an alchemical experiment is a hot alchemical experiment. (He assumes.)
Should be fine with supervision, though.
Regardless, Ginn gives everything as much of a berth as he can as he circles.
"Not that everything is the same for everyone under every circumstance. And even with just one person, they might be able to handle one thing and not handle another thing. Knowing what's which is such an underrated trait? People should pay more attention to themselves," she says, still without any (other) sign she's noted his presence.
It's a compliment, in her way, and Ginn supposes he appreciates that.
He lies down and dozes and watches Trouble toss ever more identifiable substances and unindentifiable bodyparts in. A good portion of the night is spend that way, in silence.
Yet eventually, inevitably, he blinks open his eyes to see the fire put out and her tidying some ingredients on the other side of the chamber. For a moment he wonders stupidly how she knows where things are. Then his light sensitive eyes catch on the glow the embers throw over the chamber.
That won't help her much longer, though. In fact, Ginn judges it might already be past that point where what she's doing is at all safe or viable. After all, alchemy has something to do with colors and stuff, right?
That's about when Trouble abandons the pretence. Having, of course (?), noted him come aware with her species' super special surplus sense.
She squints vaguely in his direction, even chuckles herself a time or two, and then she promptly and without further unnecessary conversation throws him out of her space.
He looks the way of the communal sleeping chamber with consideration and decides not to chance it just yet. Walking the other way, he shakes his head.
'Knowing what you can handle and what you can't', huh?
Slowing down has Ginn find himself in front of the nest chamber almost on accident. He stops completely and waits, but gets no indication of anyone still being in there.
Regardless, just gonna take a quick look, and so promising himself he stalks forward. With, indeed, noone there, a quick look turns into five minutes for each egg and only not falling asleep on the spot because that would be irresponsible.
It's soothing, though. Good for the spirit. The proverbial calm before the storm of curious hatchlings.
He thinks seriously that if offspring just appeared, noone would bother to have any. To care for them.
Okay, evidently that's more than enough for today.
Proving him right with truly terrible timing, a cracking noise sounds from behind.