TICKING TIME BOMB // egg-laying

[APHRA CIPHER .]

[glow=grey,1,400]I'M IN THE BUSINESS OF MISERY ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Unlike mammals, dragons typically laid eggs. They didn't give birth to live young and didn't have to feed their young with milk - something Aphra was grateful for. But not when she was getting contraction pains this morning. Aphra was awoken with the sharp pains, gritting her teeth and hissing as she felt them ripple through her body.

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After taking a brief moment to recover and clean herself, Aphra finally stepped aside from the nest she made in her home and shook our body - mostly to make her feathers a bit more presentable. Admittedly, the dragoness was still a bit sore, but she had duties to attend to, and the four eggs needed to be incubated. Unlike her last litter, Aphra didn't have a father to stay around to watch over the eggs while she went off and did whatever she needed to do, and so Aphra was headed back out into the territory, gathering as much moss and leaves and twigs as she felt she needed. Do I even know anyone with fire elementals? Arvid's suggestion rang in her head, about getting a fire to keep the eggs warm while she was out.

Caesar was... the only person Aphra knew with that ability honestly, and quite frankly, Aphra didn't want to ask her father to provide warmth for his grandchildren, even if it would likely be a one-time only thing. He'd probably tell me to figure out how to do it myself. Aphra thought to herself with a snort. Hell, that wasn't even getting to the fact that he was exiled from the Coalition. Ah, well. Moss and other items would suffice for now.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]