WARM YOURSELF BY THE FIRST // dud egg

[ARVID R.]

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.

i wanna be the sand inside that hourglass