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08-11-2015, 08:13 PM
Själ
The princess had picked her way down from the mountains slowly, carefully cradling the egg in her makeshift sling. It had been nearly a full season since she had rescued it from the pond, since it had chosen her. She had nearly given up hope that it would hatch, terrified that the one thing that had ever picked her over everything and everyone else would die and leave her alone again. But she stubbornly held on, wrapping it in the warm embrace of her body every cold night spent in the Basin - and now she descended from the mountainous northern slopes, hoping that the warmth of the southern lands would coax it to hatch.
The girl made it to the Heavenly Fields, pausing to remember the day that she had met Zèklè. He was her friend - the first she had ever made - and she wondered where he was now, what he had been doing since that meeting. Her amber gaze wandered over the trailhead leading into the clouds, her dual horns reflecting the clear blue sky above. She knew that she had not made it terribly far south, but she decided to stay a while. Perhaps, if Zèklè had come this way, others would too. Perhaps they would know how to make her egg hatch.
If, of course, it was an egg. It had floated to her, after all, clearly electing her as its partner. It had been altogether un-egglike. Själ bent her front legs, kneeling to allow the sling to slip gently over her head, placing the egg and its sling in a small pile of brush. It wasn't much, in the midst of Frostfall, but it was more than nothing, and she wasted no time in folding herself around the egg possessively, watching the hills around her with a vague sort of interest. "You know, it would be lovely if you would hatch," she informed the orb absently, sighing heavily. Even after joining the Basin, she still found herself to be quite lonely, and keeping up the exterior of being Psyche's daughter was exhausting. She wondered if anyone would ever look at her as just Själ. "You will," she whispered to the egg, nuzzling it gently before settling her nose against it, hoping her breath would warm it.
"Text."
The girl made it to the Heavenly Fields, pausing to remember the day that she had met Zèklè. He was her friend - the first she had ever made - and she wondered where he was now, what he had been doing since that meeting. Her amber gaze wandered over the trailhead leading into the clouds, her dual horns reflecting the clear blue sky above. She knew that she had not made it terribly far south, but she decided to stay a while. Perhaps, if Zèklè had come this way, others would too. Perhaps they would know how to make her egg hatch.
If, of course, it was an egg. It had floated to her, after all, clearly electing her as its partner. It had been altogether un-egglike. Själ bent her front legs, kneeling to allow the sling to slip gently over her head, placing the egg and its sling in a small pile of brush. It wasn't much, in the midst of Frostfall, but it was more than nothing, and she wasted no time in folding herself around the egg possessively, watching the hills around her with a vague sort of interest. "You know, it would be lovely if you would hatch," she informed the orb absently, sighing heavily. Even after joining the Basin, she still found herself to be quite lonely, and keeping up the exterior of being Psyche's daughter was exhausting. She wondered if anyone would ever look at her as just Själ. "You will," she whispered to the egg, nuzzling it gently before settling her nose against it, hoping her breath would warm it.
"Text."
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