Biru had managed to score the curious egg. He tucked the turquoise gem beneath his neck, precariously moving down from the sandy tower. He assumed that most of the others had disbanded, for he could not see anyone near him. He kept walking, slowly, with egg under neck, a few more yards. The sand squished softly beneath his feet, more comforting now than it was during the race.

Sweat steamed from his body, drenching his coat. Sand clund uncomfortably to his legs, and parts of his face, and it was all for this egg. This confusing, beautiful thing. He set it gently down in the sand, the warm, soft substrate curling gently around the egg. The sun shined down upon it, warming it from the inside out.

For a long while Biru stood there, gently nudging the egg, and wondering what creature lay inside. His red eyes bore into it, trying to understand. Night began to fall, and still Biru did not know what to do. So, his fatherly instincts kicked in. Biru lowered himself down next to the egg, trying to press his body warmth against the smooth surface.

Night bore on until the moon was stretching above the expanse of the sea, casting a mystical shadow onto the ocean. The surface was reflective, brightening the otherwise dark sand. Next to him, the egg began to stir. It quaked a little, before a horn popped through the shell. It was small, one tine, and covered in a small, fuzzy substance. It was barely more than a nub. Another nub appeared, then a head. Shocked, Biru got to his feet, staring at the little being. He had only thought that dragons existed. It was the head of a deer! It had oddly colored eyes, glowing a yellowish-gold. They seemed to glow with love. The rest of the body then appeared. Yep, it was a deer. How did a deer come out of an egg? Biru nuzzled the creature, pulling away the remaining bits of egg from the saturated, wet deer. It looked like a fallow deer, the fawn, spotted coat illuminated with dark, elemental markings. The fawn peeped, and Biru trotted to the edge of the forest, gathering small branches and leaves.

When he returned, he lay the foliage down for the female fawn, he golden eyes looking into his. He paused for a moment, then spoke. "Annabelle?" The little deer peeped, impressed he supposed, and then went on munching away at the branches.

[ooc;// open for anyone! hatching of his Cerndyr :)]