Tucked away in your small cave that you had found outside of the room with a water fountain, you lay down on the smooth floor, the warmth of the magma flows heating the small room nicely. Stuffed between your gray belly and dark back legs is the strange egg that you found a few days ago. The rocky walls of your tiny room remind you of the cave that you inhabited while living in the Aurora Basin. There, the cave was long and narrow, but you had enough room to turn around comfortably, and the lack of sunlight that constantly missed your cranny in the mountain side caused it to always be cold. The image of the fellow grulla that you had made acquaintances with in the Basin fluttered through your mind, her lioness tail coiling around her sturdy black legs. A sigh emits from rummy nostrils as you reminisce.

Boredom hangs over the mouth of your solitary room like a heavy blanket, wrapping you under layers of warmth. You shift around, taking pressure off of your left side and rolling into your belly. The egg rolls around on the hard floor, the thick shell making a nauseating sound as it moves, like stone grinding against metal, but so very faintly. Your nervous demeanor has nearly lost you the growing life a couple of times: the first incident being when you were carrying the egg within the soft grip of your stained teeth.. Another being popped out of nowhere -as far as you could tell- and made you jump, the clench of your teeth against the iridescent spots caused the same wicked sound as it had moments ago. The second time was a matter of you putting it down too roughly; it made a cracking sound, but to your discovery, was not harmed whatsoever. Still you worry constantly about the health of he creature inside.

No longer could you lay around, the tedious care of the egg was irritating. Your snout swings to your backside and you softly nuzzle the egg away from your jagged hooves. Perhaps the shell could withstand a tight clamp of your jaws, but it surely would not be able to stand the weight of a hoof. You clamor to your feet, a huff of air blowing out of your lungs as you drop your skull to the egg. Open teeth grab around the egg gently, and you wander out of the cave and begin to walk toward the room with the blue lit trees. Your hooves click impatiently against the hard rock with each quick step.

The distinctive clack of hooves against rock echoed through the wide, short tunnel that you passed through, maroon rimmed ears rotated around quickly, occasionally snapping back against your thick mane. Saliva oozes off of the egg, dripping onto the floor in tiny puddles. A nicker bounces off of solid walls, coming from so very close. The unexpected sound causes your skin to crawl and your pace to increase to a fidgety trot. Soon enough the blue hue of the glowing trees and mushrooms is visible. You pause near the base of one of the vibrant trees, finally lowering you head and letting the egg roll out of your grasp and into the padded moss. Rough lips pull an tug at the moss, tucking the egg into a soft cradle.

The click of hooves grows once more, this time a wild cluster of fast clicks. Your crowned skull pulls to the left, your back hind quarters pulling to the left, back get dancing nervously as you await a massive stallion to come hurling into the cave. You wait, a wait.. And nothing comes.. But still the hooves stomp elsewhere. Ear flick forward, nostrils flaring to draw in a deep breath. Nothing else is noticeable besides the clicking. Foals, probably running around we explain, the tension in your chest decreasing slightly. Maroon lips drop to the moss and you munch away quietly, glancing up nervously every now and then.

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