In the end, it was no surprise that Salla decided to wander over to the Dayhandler complex after taking a walk around the Weyr Yard. If nothing else, she could look at the Daywhers, or watch the handlers coming and going. Perhaps she would run into her dad or her mom and bug them for a little bit before they would inevitably have to move along with whatever duties were keeping them today. She looked around the Daywher pavilions, pausing to look longingly at the egg pavilion, devoid of any eggs or nest. It looked so sad so blank, and she imagined it with another clutch resting within. Would Dolcekil lay her clutch? Or one of the other females? Of course, there was no way to truly know until it happened. She quietly hoped though, that it would be soon, as she had been waiting so long already.
(So I had more and had to pause writing, and when I got back to it I forgot what I was doing. However, this is open to anyone! A Daywher, a handler, someone else who might be wandering around the cabins.)