A R A H

A nest? The dying creature was going to gift them if they proved themselves worthy. Arah would like nothing more than to prove herself worthy and accept this blessed gift. The white doe looked over her then slowly rose to find the things she needed to make a nest worthy of such a beautiful egg. It just so happened that the impersonator had already made a box like nest for a different egg in this forest. She knew exactly what she needed to make it again. Searching high and low the ivory mare finally came to find three decent sized bits of bark. Snapping them, and getting five reasonably even sized pieces, Arah would use them to form a box. They weren't sticky however, she would have to get them to stick together. Finding some tree sap exactly like she did the other time made the white mare grin. Picking each piece up with her teeth and rubbing tree sap on to the sides of each of the pieces was messy work, so the impersonator took her time, being careful to keep all of the sap off of her coat. Once the box was formed and the sap was drying, the white mare wondered off to get creative.

Feathers lingered in a old birds nest, snagged by the twigs. How convenient. Gathering up the numerous feathers she wondered back to her slowly drying box. Not yet ready to put them in the box the mare dropped them beside her creation. Stripping off huge leaves from a plant near by, The mare curled them up and placed them in the bottom of her box. Smiling next she put the feathers in, for comfort and warmth. Wondering off the mare searched for twigs along the ground, she picked them up and began to pack the sides of the box with them. Their purpose was to help hold the egg in place, keeping it secure and also to cover up any holes in the side of the box where the bark didn't quite reach. Almost done, Arah began to search for a few last things. Stumbling along some vines the impersonator picked them up and carried them back to the box. Slapping on some tree sap as she passed, the mare then put the ends of the vine to the box. Should she have to move it, the vines would make that possible. Getting closer to finishing the box, Arah paused and looked around. What else? Something to work as a blanket, something that would cover the egg in case it was cold? Another big leaf should work..right? Finding one she pick it up and added it too her box.

Grinning happily, she grabbed the box with her teeth. Lifting up the now dry box to a low hanging brach, Arah stepped through it and carried it back over to the doe. "This will keep the egg safe, warm and with me every step that I take, should you pick me." Arah offered the dying doe a sad smile again and full view of the box.

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