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“And if the rocks topple or if one of us slips? Dead baby, and likely a hurt you; it has too much potential to fail.” You normally aren’t so graphic, but just the way his idea plays out in your mind is enough to brand him an idiot, not to mention his previous stunt with Lena. You come to a pause alongside your two kin, refusing to so much as look at the boy and sparing only a glance to the downy-gray woman before shifting your gaze to the frantic mother, and lastly to the tiny egg. It had fallen for a reason, and the thought of simply leaving it to whatever fate it would meet does cross your mind, but the thought of it dying sends a pang through your heart, the idea too terrible to give any further attention to. “We could just leave it on the ground; build it a nest of sorts to make sure it stays warm… Cause unless one of you possesses the ability to turn into a giraffe, I don’t think we’ll be safely reaching that branch." Your eyes glance upwards at the comment, narrowing ever so slightly. There have been very few times that you have ever, if ever, that you have questioned your stature, but lately it had seemed like you were growing into your body, filling out in all the right places without actually doing any growing. This is one of those times that being a giant would be helpful. You shift in your spot, caught between trying to be useful and coming up with no further viable ideas. |
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