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I took the egg, for it's gentle song had remained in my head as the black stallion turned his body and left. It was then that I knew this was my egg now, my friend and companion until the end. My heart had stopped and I had let my jaw go slack, nothing else mattered but the egg's sweet melody, and I took it gingerly within the crevice of my wing to take home. I can feel it wiggle gently as I trot home, being careful to keep the egg close to my body so that it may use my body heat to keep itself warm, and so it was secure and would not tumble out along the way.
I return to the Throat but a few days later, egg tucked within my wing and my smile still bright. The journey across Helovia had been long as I traveled over the ground rather than taking to the skies as I normally would have. All I could think of was seeking Aurelia and showing her the egg, telling her that the future child of ours was to be safe, protected by whatever being grew beneath the thin shell of the egg. I worked my way over the border, crimson hooves engulfed in sparks as they strike the dry sand, my wings itching to be opened, wanting nothing more than to raise me above the earth and take me through the clouds. The egg shook gently as we approached the middle of the Throat, the oasis shimmering with a longing to wrap me up in paradise, to keep me cool beneath the shade of the plants and within reach of clear waters.
I reach the glorious shade of the brush, pulling leaves from the nearest plants, laying them within the shade and pressing my hoof within the center of the leaves. I wove small feathers from my wings within the nest as well, carefully rolling the egg into it's place. Taking time to fix up the nest so that the egg was better placed within it, I raise my head to let loose a soft neigh, a call for Aurelia. I can't wait to show her the egg I had received, to tell her that this is the creature that will watch over our child, and that our story had been the tale that the egg favoured, that it was our lives that influenced the egg's desire to join our little broken family.
A gently shimmy and shake, the egg rocking leisurely within my silly little nest, a crack splitting within the egg. My heart skips a beat, and my eyes growing wide as I bend down to gaze at the smooth surface of the egg, watching it crack and crumble. My nose reaches the egg, rubbing over the smooth surface in time to feel a crack form beneath it. Pulling back I watch a small beak rise from the shell, a pink tongue slithering within the gaping mouth. I turn away to push some of the rocks around the lake over, finding a few worms squirming through the moist sand that kisses the gently lapping water. I pick the worm up within my teeth, feeling it wiggle against my tongue as I set it on a rock, slamming my hoof over it until it was a lumpy pink mush. Pushing the little flat rock over to the nest, I look at the little black head that had risen from the pale eggshell, chirping as it crawled out, tiny toes curled as it fell to the edge of the nest, its two pairs of wings flapping as it began to teeter of the side of the nest. Pushing my nose to it, I felt something within my begin to surge. At the faint touch my body shook and trembled, my mind expanding to make room for one more, soul tearing at the seams as it's tethered to the chick before me. My heart races, rhythm in sync with the tiny heart beat of the hatchling. My eyes close as I'm overcome with a need to lay down and rest, eye lids heavy as I stand before the chick. I seem to be there for a while, falling asleep as my mind fogs up, thoughts unclear for the time being. Tiny talons dig into the bridge of my nose as the chick climbs up my face, a tiny piece of worm stuck to the corner of her beak. Yseult, the name cuts through the blurred thoughts in my head, clear and vibrant against the dark.
Yseult. The name sits within my head, my tongue rolling over is as I say it over and over, finally deciding that was the name meant for the little four winged friend. "Welcome to the Throat, Yseult." The midnight hued hatchling nestled within my forelock between my ears, having briefly perched on my horn. She gave a multitude of chirps, flapping her many wings as I raised my head. I could feel her emotions, wondrous excitement and fantastical curiosity coursing through me as I take a step forward, sharp little talons digging through my hair and into my skin as I took a few steps away from the make shift nest and shattered egg shell.
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ooc: @[Bucephalus] hope its ok this also doubles as their meeting thread cx
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