TALE AS OLD AS TIME ☆ egg

[S. PENDRAGON]

WHEN THE COLD WIND IS A-CALLING

She figured that she would have to learn what type of hatchling she was going to raise soon though before Soph had been able to move, the familiar form of Aurum walked past her door causing the small feline to stare at the large brute. She supposed that it was her fault for continuing to leave the door open but he hadn't even bothered to knock and make her aware of his presence. She set down her journal to the side watching as Aurum gently nudged the egg though at his next comment did she feel her face grow hot with embarrassment and grabbed her journal aiming to lightly hit Aurum's snout with it. If successful, she glared at him with narrowed pupils only to say rather defensively "I found the poor thing during one of my outings. The parent was caught in a trap, which was rather unfortunate." She went silent for a few moments adding with an angry wiggle of her tail "Laying an egg here would be less than ideal," With a soft hmph leaving her, the small feline would discard the journal once more and pick up the egg.

Then someone else spoke up and they were a stranger, mostly like everyone else in their group. Sophiea, at this point, wore a scowl on her face as she would hiss with ears pressed flat against her cranium "Can we move on from the topic of child birth please?" Setting the egg down as she hopped off the couch, she would add with a shake of her head still feeling rather flustered "It's uncomfortable." And frankly, she had better things to do than raise a whole litter of kittens... That and well, she would never bed with a swamp dweller. Everyone here seemed dumb in a sense aside from a few people, they lacked the intellect that she'd normally be interested in. They aren't and will never be Chevalier, she thought as she walked to one of her bookshelves looking for a book on owls, Soph perked up the moment that she spotted it and took it out of its place "Now, I'm going to try and see what I'm going to deal with once the egg hatches."

Sitting near the living room table, Soph would open the book before pulling her journal over and flipped it to the pages where she had drawn the symbols that she had seen on the trees. "Aurum. What do these indicate? I assume this one, where I found the dead owl... Means that it's a trap of sorts," Sophiea relied on knowledge and if she was going to survive out here in a god damn swamp, she may as well have the wits for it. "There was several more on other trees but with the given situation at paw, I wasn't able to investigate entirely." She would add as her eyes locked onto the owl book, she was trying to remember the owl she had seen and buried. A thoughtful hum leaving her as she sat there without another word.

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

— Reggan