TALE AS OLD AS TIME ☆ egg

[S. PENDRAGON]

WHEN THE COLD WIND IS A-CALLING

During one of her outings, the young girl had been going through the swamp with a thoughtful expression present on her face. She might as well get acquainted with her new home and she decided to do this by exploring the swamp, she hated the feeling of muck on her paws so she decided to try finding a path that wouldn't get her trapped in the said mud. She was aware that there was alligators around too which made her exploration even more dangerous but that hadn't stopped her at all, Sophiea found a spot to briefly sit on a gnarled root that belonged to a large tree. She pulled out one of her journals slowly beginning to write her surroundings, she noticed a few symbols on some of the trees which she scribbled down with a frown on her face. "Interesting... They must indicate something," She supposed that she would have to learn what they meant on her own, she slid her journal into her satchel slowly making her way to the tree before feeling a gasp leave her maw.

An owl was trapped within one of the traps, it appeared to be dead and the sight saddened her as she drew closer "You poor thing," Sophiea did her best to get it free from the trap itself before realizing something rolling away from the feathered corpse, an egg. "Oh, those damn brutes..." She growled with gritted teeth, Sophi didn't seem to hesitate to find a place to bury the fallen owl slowly placing flowers on their newly dug grave. She muttered a few inaudible words before her attention turned in the direction of the egg, she scooped it up into her arms feeling relieved to sense some warmth from the small egg. Still alive. She would have to remember what kind of owl the parent was though that would have to wait for another time. Turning her satchel to be on her chest, she would find a place to set the egg there without anything crushing it though only after putting down some moss and materials for nesting.

Walking back to camp, Sophiea made a beeline towards her home and pushed the door open with a frown still present on her maw. She found a place on her couch to push a cushion down and hopped up, she would settle the egg down with a huff leaving her. "Great... Now, I'm stuck raising an egg..." She would likely have to read some books on how to take care of it and eventually another set of books on how to take care of a hatchling, feeding, cleaning... She closed her eyes, this would be quite a bit of work. Sophiea plucked a few of her feathers off surrounding the egg with them, she would hum quietly pulling out one of her journals. She might as well make a few journal entries on how the egg was doing. Another sigh left her as she wrote without a word slipping from her maw.

Entry one; Congrats, you're a parent. 

AND THE SKY IS CLEAR AND BRIGHT
MISTY MOUNTAINS SING AND BECKON, LEAD ME OUT INTO THE LIGHT

— Reggan