A dud egg. For most mothers, such a thing would be a sorrowful occasion, where they would probably end up sobbing over the child that never was. They'd probably be respectful about it, burying the egg beneath the dirt and trying to retain the memory of what they had lost. Of course, Aphra wasn't like most mothers. Although Arvid couldn't see inside the other's mind, he was already fairly sure of what was going on when saw Aphra leaving camp, and heading for the ocean. The egg that she had in tow with her looked utterly undisturbed, with no sign of a young dragon trying to break it's way out of the hard shell. It brought a frown to the dire wolf's face, and he was quick to follow after the dragoness.

As they reached near the edge of the ocean, the young scientist finally spoke up, his tone a bit sharp, "Hey, Aphra. What are you planning on doing with that one?" It was mostly a rhetorical question, at that point. It was obvious what she was planning on doing, although actually thinking about it caused Arvid's stomach to churn a bit. While it usually took something special to get underneath the canine's skin, he did have to admit that this was hitting a bit close to home. He had always felt so bitter over the fact that his parents hadn't fought harder for him... and here was Aphra, doing the same. Sure, it wasn't the exact same, since nothing was going to hatch from the egg, but she could've at least tried to be respectful. She could at least bury the thing, instead of chucking it into the ocean. If she hadn't been in her dragon form, Arvid may have even ended up snarling at her.

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Angel, if not for being awoken by the voice of Arvid, would probably have never even noticed Aphra’s journey to the sea to discard a egg that never hatched. Nor would he particularly care, the dire wolf pup’s sentiments were understood but not mimicked by himself. His mother’s parenting style had already left it’s mark on him, and things such as respectfully burying a child that never was just didn’t seem like something that would cross his mind unless mentioned. An egg was simply an egg when the use was not achieved.

Blinking as he began to process his surroundings and the words that echoed in his ears, Angel curled his tail around his back paws and raised his brow at Arvid. And he thought he bothered Aphra, guess his crown was being threatened. ”Oh, it didn’t hatch.” He mewed simply, more to catch himself up to speed than anything else, stretching and taking a few steps forward to at least be a little closer to the duo, but not too close to the dragoness. ”Tragic.”

Ah, so she was just going to throw the egg out. That confirmation caused Arvid's gaze to narrow slightly, although he didn't say anything immediately. It wasn't his place, really. Instead, he just shook his head from side to side, muttering, "It's a pity it didn't hatch... more dragons would be good for the Coalition." They'd definitely make strong combatants, although the flat tone of the canines voice revealed that wasn't really what he was thinking about. Still, he knew better than to try and reason with Aphra, at this point. She wouldn't care about things like burials, thinking of the egg as merely trash to be thrown away.

He was about to turn and head back to camp when Sojourn approached, causing the boy to look up with interest. Her question caught him off guard, and his head tilted to one side. What use could the kingpin have with a dud of an egg? There were only a few possibilities – at least that he could think of – and none of them made him feel particularly settled considering the wild look on her face. Still, he didn't say anything beyond a simple question, framed as simple curiosity, "Are you going to eat it? I never considered whether a dud would be good for that or not..." He supposed it was the same principle as a chicken egg, but it still felt wrong somehow. Like Sojourn would somehow end up making herself sick.