make me feel brand new

Once they were finished eating, Poem reminded Sparhawk of the clay that she'd come here to search for. The man chuckled. "Too busy singing. We check now, yeah?" Rising from his place, his gaze stayed on the pretty, dark touched maw of the woman before him. Coming incredibly close, the man leaned in, flicking his tongue over the corner of her maw where it met her cheek. Pulling back, he smiled. "A bit of breakfast left over, but I help. All gone."

Turning away, Sparhawk used his nose to sniff out a particularly damp spot, thinking that it might be an ideal spot for clay. With big paws, he began to dig, pulling up clumps of moss and thick dirt. It didn't take him long at all to get down to a layer of clay in the soil. The thick, earthy substance stuck to his paws. He might very well need a bath after this. He would surely need a rinse.

Bringing one clay covered paw around, he showed Poem. "It looks blue, but the light in here is very bad. Take it upside, yeah?" Glancing around, Sparhawk looked for something to place the wad of clay upon. A flat sheet of rock would do just fine. Taking up another scoop, he pressed the muck onto the rock, then began to collect his things. He would wait for Poem to give word before they traveled upwards and into the light of day once more.