WARM YOURSELF BY THE FIRST // dud egg

[ARVID R.]

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.

i wanna be the sand inside that hourglass