Daisicle
It was a standard day for the little harpy community somewhat close to - and increasingly friendly with - Breeheart. The birds (non-harpy) were chirping, the frogs croaking. The sun was already risen, and Saira was sure to complain about something upon returning home from her hunting trip. She was currently avoiding the new girl Hatil had let in while looking for a sensible reason to kick her out.
Mossy was currently out skulking in the village - apparently she wanted cookies and would be back sooner or later (see her rp with Bree for details on that).
Maikai had taken the four teens on a hunting trip themselves - their aim was smaller game, such as rabbits and voles.
Hatil was perched on the roof and watched her bestest best friend down below. "What'cha doing~?"
Mossy was currently out skulking in the village - apparently she wanted cookies and would be back sooner or later (see her rp with Bree for details on that).
Maikai had taken the four teens on a hunting trip themselves - their aim was smaller game, such as rabbits and voles.
Hatil was perched on the roof and watched her bestest best friend down below. "What'cha doing~?"
shadica
Valko had taken the chance to grab a few things from the nest to be cleaned as all most everyone was out and about. It was very difficult to wash the increasingly disgusting flour sack pillow as the now adult children got upset every time he tried to move it.
He had set it next to the pond and was collecting water for it and the other items to clean before moving to another spot. It wouldn't do to wash the things in the drinking water after all.
Looking up when Hatil showed up he responded "Cleaning" He accidently knocked the bucket he had just filled over with his new curly tail (which had started wagging a lot when he saw hatil) resulting it in spilling all over the floursack. Ahh now he would have to cut it open. Other wise the stuff inside would mold (if it hadn't all ready)
The kids would be so upset. He'll have to take a trip to breeheart to get it refilled once the sack was dry.
At least that is what he was thinking of doing before he noticed the floursack had started moving wiggling like something was in side before exploding in a shower of flour.
Once the flour dust cleared there was a tiny little creature staring at him where the pillow had been.
".........................help" he whined sadly at hatil. Speckles and Mossy will murder him for this.
He had set it next to the pond and was collecting water for it and the other items to clean before moving to another spot. It wouldn't do to wash the things in the drinking water after all.
Looking up when Hatil showed up he responded "Cleaning" He accidently knocked the bucket he had just filled over with his new curly tail (which had started wagging a lot when he saw hatil) resulting it in spilling all over the floursack. Ahh now he would have to cut it open. Other wise the stuff inside would mold (if it hadn't all ready)
The kids would be so upset. He'll have to take a trip to breeheart to get it refilled once the sack was dry.
At least that is what he was thinking of doing before he noticed the floursack had started moving wiggling like something was in side before exploding in a shower of flour.
Once the flour dust cleared there was a tiny little creature staring at him where the pillow had been.
".........................help" he whined sadly at hatil. Speckles and Mossy will murder him for this.
Daisicle
Hatil grinned and offered him a thumbs up at his declaration - yes, cleaning was important! But she still hated to do it. But this was her bestest of all best friends, so she should probably help... in a bit.
Her train of thought wasn't able to continue though as the twins' favorite pillow was thoroughly soaked. Oh no! She flexed her wings and rolled forward and off the thatched rooftop before beginning to glide on down to Valko. Or... that was her plan... but she pulled back and began to fly in place as the wettened pillow began moving. What the hecc--
AND THEN IT EXPLODED! WHAT THE HECCEN WHAT?!?
She stayed in her location as the flour slowly thinned out and blinked in confusion at the strange thing now sitting covered in it. Wait... She'd seen something similar to this... She quietly landed next to Valko.
"The pillow... It was an egg...??"
Clearly the only explanation.
Her train of thought wasn't able to continue though as the twins' favorite pillow was thoroughly soaked. Oh no! She flexed her wings and rolled forward and off the thatched rooftop before beginning to glide on down to Valko. Or... that was her plan... but she pulled back and began to fly in place as the wettened pillow began moving. What the hecc--
AND THEN IT EXPLODED! WHAT THE HECCEN WHAT?!?
She stayed in her location as the flour slowly thinned out and blinked in confusion at the strange thing now sitting covered in it. Wait... She'd seen something similar to this... She quietly landed next to Valko.
"The pillow... It was an egg...??"
Clearly the only explanation.
shadica
Valko turned to Hatil despair in his eyes as she claimed it to be an egg. What kind of egg took this long to hatch? It was older than their adult children! He had it before he had come to live here!
He had never seen a squishy bendy egg before. But Hatil's explanation was the only thing that made sense. It must have been some sort of egg thing from a very slow growing species. Would it have killed the children like some Cukoo birds do if it had hatched sooner? He shuddered at the thought.
What to do with it? His kids would be upset their pillow is gone, the thing was upset by something since it had started to cry and Saira was going to be upset by the screaming. Oh no Saira, she would be furious. "What do?"
Do they get rid of it before Saira find outs so she doesn't yell? Keep it and deal with her wrath (as usual).
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Borkbork was just sitting there being a flour sack as one does when they are in fact a flour sack, felt a splash and the sensation of water seeping into the fabric of his bearing and making its way to his floury innards.
Then suddenly he was no longer a flour sack, He had feets! and Eyes! there was so much stuff to see! to much! It was bright and loud! His new eyes and ears hurt! Which made him do something else he had never done before, even in his deepest most flour sackery moments of despair. CRY. Water was coming from his face and wailing from his mouth. He had no idea what was happening. Too much all at once!
He had never seen a squishy bendy egg before. But Hatil's explanation was the only thing that made sense. It must have been some sort of egg thing from a very slow growing species. Would it have killed the children like some Cukoo birds do if it had hatched sooner? He shuddered at the thought.
What to do with it? His kids would be upset their pillow is gone, the thing was upset by something since it had started to cry and Saira was going to be upset by the screaming. Oh no Saira, she would be furious. "What do?"
Do they get rid of it before Saira find outs so she doesn't yell? Keep it and deal with her wrath (as usual).
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Borkbork was just sitting there being a flour sack as one does when they are in fact a flour sack, felt a splash and the sensation of water seeping into the fabric of his bearing and making its way to his floury innards.
Then suddenly he was no longer a flour sack, He had feets! and Eyes! there was so much stuff to see! to much! It was bright and loud! His new eyes and ears hurt! Which made him do something else he had never done before, even in his deepest most flour sackery moments of despair. CRY. Water was coming from his face and wailing from his mouth. He had no idea what was happening. Too much all at once!
