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The sun was setting fast over the horizon by the time that Andash had arrived at the the Heart of Helovia. The egg nestled inside a a makeshift hamper of badly woven twigs that made up a little nesting bag for the egg. The alabaster brute was certain that to keep it safe and well, it had to be stored somewhere warm until it hatched. The warmth of a mother would keep an egg alive, and he figured so could he.
He lay down the egg some way from the heat; better to be safe than sorry. Even though Orangemoon was settling in well, the sun still raged on in this area. The heat closer to the flames inside the mammoth hole was a torment for any beast, or any living thing for that matter. The only things that lay beside the heat were rocks, most charred and stained with damage. No herbage resided by it,
"Any living creature would be a fool to..." He remarked to himself knowingly. The sweat pouring off his now sodden pelt, the burly brute began to make his way back to unhatched egg, the orange and yellow hues of the flames casting a fiery silhouette around his frame as he turned his back on it. In the still area he could hear the small rumbles of flames crackling and the odd bird on the horizon, but he merely shrugged them off. Determination was one thing that was driving him now.
Priorities.
Carefully picking the egg back up in the twig hamper, he edged ever so slightly closer to the Heart, expertly skirting past the rocky obstacles. His pillars were tainted with dust from the driest part of Helovia, emitting a crimson glow. His orbs shone brightly, a mixture of azure and scarlet. Dancing cautiously to the left of him, he found a spot adequate enough for an egg to incubate. He lay down the egg. With his crown he pushed the egg on top of the makeshift twig bag for comfort, before laying down rather uncomfortably and keeping watch on the precious.
"I wonder when, if you will hatch, little one..."
Keeping one pool on the egg, the rest of his mind was free to wander and dwell. He wondered if this little puffling would live, and if he could show it to Xira. Not that she would care, he scolded himself. But there was no one that Andash had felt a connection with, and the bleached brute sighed with minor elation at her image. A true friend, and he could not deny this. He hoped that he would perhaps get to introduce the little baby to her. With this in mind he lay quiet and undetectable in the heat, waiting.
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Warm yourself, child. [Questing - Incubation/Open]
