Lava streams to crystalline walls, to glowing blue moss and naturally lit waterfalls and rock, and rock, and more rock. The bulking mass of surely over-occupied caves and tunnels is as warm and uncomfortable as ever. Prying eyes glare, greet and fall from your dark face. Very few of the strangers greet you with a smile. Every one of you is likely under some form of stress due to the lack of space and dark enclosures. You had begun your weary underground travels just days before... You believe. Perhaps we should go off of sleeps that you've been able to accomplish. That would make it two days in here now.. Correct? You nod your black face in agreement, ears rotating according to each loud click of a hoof.

You pass through cave and cave again, finding that your new surroundings are much more beautiful than you had before believed. Dangerously beautiful we remind you, the soft voice of Mother weaved into our tones. We an feel you tighten, but you refuse to pause or even skip a beat in your step. Instead, you trudge along grudgingly, searching for nothing in particular. But you are searching for something. The long cords that your tail have wound themselves into sweep back and forth, snapping once at your left side. A snort belows out of your sinuses, blowing snot from both red nostrils.

You find yourself at yet another blockade of rock wall and you pause to study your surroundings for a moment. It is so silent in this small wrong turn cavern, it is barely tall enough for you to fit in, and you find that you had dropped your crowned cranium slightly in order to not drag your precious red dagger across the ceiling. Silence falls heavy in the hole in the wall, your ears beginning to ring due to their strenuous focus. But there is something, though it is not near, perhaps separated by empty space.. Water? Have you found another entrance to the Glowing Room?

A tight turn is required to exit the hole, but you make it easily operated thanks to your thin build. Cranium still ducked, you exit the hole, the bubble of mobile water immediately becoming much more alive. How had you missed this before? You clip toward the sound curiously, your ever anxious stance causing your muscles to clench tightly, making your movements look stiff and uncomfortable; for you this is very normal and you find nothing uncomfortable or strange about it. The bubbling grows quickly the further on you move, the tunnel continuously snaking about.

A soft light glows around the new broadening end of the tunnel, it has lead you back into a cave that seems upside down. Stalagmites hang from the ceiling, the millions upon millions of years of built up minerals looking very deadly, a fire of sorts hangs along the ceiling. No flames actually protrude from the air, but the motion of the light reminds us of what fire you have witnessed in the Heart before. The water sings happily in the center of the room, flowing through the form of some sculpted rock that you have never before witnessed. Colorful auds turn forward, the gentle rush of continuously falling water humming in the cave.

We gather ourselves and watch, witnessing the carvings and delicate paintings across the rock walls before you even realize they're there. Silently, we attempt to draw your attention to the drawings, but you have fixated your vision on something else, something below the carved rock that holds the water. A curious rock, the most starch shade of white speckled in tiny iridescent spots. What? one of us whispers in your skull, watching closely as your rummy snout drops to the oval. "An egg.." you mumble below your hot breath, the air blowing onto the growing life.

You are fascinated, completely drawn in by the large egg; it's as if you had been pulled here by the creature within. Your colored lips rub against the hard shell, a tingle of excitement and longing bursting through your body. A smile spreads across your puzzled features, hot air continuing to blow against the egg. Something about the mysterious body inside has you completely consumed and infatuated, you have not even been paying attention to your dark surroundings. With all of the ease that you can manage, you pull the egg toward you with rough lips, the warmth from your breath cozying up to the magnificent life. What will you do with it? we question, just as curious as you are. "I've got you now, don't worry. I'll take care of you." The soft purr that laces your tones reaches the egg, a reassurance warming your heart.

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