Of course Iktomith had never seen it. He forgot most of the past incidents that K'rios had pulled himself through, even at his worst. Today, he felt good, and it might have had something to do with the rains outside. He peered out from the entrance of the hatching sands and smiled. It wasn't as hot and humid out today as it generally was during Southern summer, which would make the job indoors a little easier. Not by much though, he admitted, considering the hotsprings that kept the sands warm and toasty.
It needed to be done though, this chore, a lesson if one wanted to call it that. With Lennoth growing larger with her eggs, and her clutching expected to take place any day now, it was best to get it out of the way and early enough that the candidates could get in and out, just in case she decided to head to the sands early. K'rios leaned against the frame of the entrance, eyes still on the sheets of rain as it poured down from the skies. He was going to need his dragon's assistance with this. It would get the candidates up faster, and allow him the chance to finish preparations from his end. He stood straight, stretched and twisted himself at the waist, then stepped inside again.
Iktomith had been waiting for this moment all morning, and maybe a little through the night. He remembered his rider discussing it with Bellatrix, and the pleasure both he and K'rios had felt upon approval being given. Maybe nothing much would be found on the sands. Maybe they wouldn't have to clean them as diligently as they normally were after a hatching. But given this would be Lennoth's first time with eggs, K'rios had thought it would make things easier if the sands were fresh and free of any left behind shells or - and he'd seen this on a few occasions - a sandal that had been left behind.
Feel good about that tone you used, you manipulative asshole? But Ikomith snorted, and his rider laughed. Let me know how the candidates progress. In the meantime, he had work to do until they arrived.