So why was he here?
The mysterious companions that seemed to accompany everyone had been a bit of a mystery to the stallion - he saw them as a mark of glory and greatness, of power… and Grimalkin appreciated power. He lusted after it fiercely - he felt he needed it before he would be able to traverse to the northern reaches of the realm again, and seek a home out amongst his horned brethren.
So when he heard the summons, the call, he tilted his massive crown in curiosity, and followed the movements of others towards it.
When he arrived, and saw the overgrown, poorly dressed rodent standing before them on a wobbly sphere, and then saw the table nearby with two identical things on top - the stallion had never seen eggs himself, and so could no define them as such.
"What is the meaning of this." He posed it not so much as a question than a statement, an expression of his puzzlement, his desire to know more and yet his hesitancy to jump straight in and disturb the relative peace of the gathering. Emerald eyes roamed over all the others who presented themselves; did they know what was to happen? Did they know the purpose of this charade, this display, this rodent?
Grimalkin waited.
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