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10-21-2014, 09:06 PM
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Gull
trouble with a side of wings It seems that Bell has fallen asleep, for you’ve never heard her shut up and stay quiet for this long before. Quietly, you raise your head to look over her still form, and sure enough, the flashing eyes are closed and the slim ribcage is rising in gentle, even breaths. But you are not sleepy. Restlessness still plagues you, and try as you might, you can’t just conk out as easily as Sleeping Beauty over here can. Must be nice, you think, watching the way her eyelashes flutter from time to time. Of course, you’d be able to sleep that peacefully too if you were actually exerting yourself during the day instead of lazing around this place. Your mind drifts back to the flurry of flying and racing and fighting that marked your early days here. Whatever happened to all that? It’s pretty much just stuffing your face and chasing tail now. You never thought there could be such a thing as too much food or too many ladies, but it seems that’s the case. What you wouldn’t give to be off this floating rock right now! Well, you reconsider, there is Bell…but, at the same time, you have a feeling that when she said you’d talk in the morning, getting it on wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. So why are you here again? To play babysitter for her while she sleeps? You don’t think so! It’s just lucky for her that it’s too dark to fly right now. You’re not soft, Gull, you chide yourself, stretching your neck forward to rest your head on the ground. It is only by chance that this weary gesture brings your eyes within inches of the egg that Bell’s been cradling between her forelegs all night. Lucky you, you think with a touch of bitterness, directing your gaze at its pale, smooth surface. Honestly, you don’t know why Bell cares so much, but--craaaackkk. The moon comes out from behind a cloud at that exact moment, revealing a hairline fracture along the egg’s surface. Alarmed, you swear under your breath. If anything happens to this thing, Bell’s going to kill you. But you don’t want to touch it—if observing means murder, interfering means suicide. You can only watch with bated breath and hope that nothing else happens. Though as the Lady would have it, of course something happens. Before your horrified eyes, the crack seems to be deepening, widening…you blink. You’re not just imagining this, right? Frantically you consider waking Bell up, because you didn’t touch it, you swear! Thankfully the sudden arrival of the rougarou spares you an untimely death. As its wet body emerges from the broken shell, you can’t help but give a shaky laugh of relief. Of course nothing was going to happen, you idiot, you realize. The thing was just hatching, that was all. But…what exactly is this weird blob? Because that sure isn’t down, and you don’t see a beak, or feet, or even wings. “You’re not a bird…” you whisper, peering down at the little guy. But it ignores you, for it only has eyes for Bell. You smirk in amusement as you follow its slightly cross-eyed newborn gaze, which traces the curve of her neck and settles on her face with an expression that can only be described as rapture. “I know, right?” you remark. “Get a load of that, buddy.” @[Bellona] "talk talk talk" |
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