Egg Hatching

[Shavynel]

"Then we shall wait another day, I should think," Lissasya said in response to the lady paladin's rhetorical question. She could swear the face was familiar, though she still couldn't place the name. With that said, she moved on to get a better look of the eggs.

They were truly a sight to behold. Here was where heroes would be made. Their stories would be grand and told for ages. Some were already moving and interacting with the eggs -- notably the man she had managed to convince had taken the task at least somewhat seriously. Of all the eggs, the crystal egg was easily the grandest, though the chiming egg also had its own charm. To get there, though, she passed by the toxic egg. Holding her breath and willing herself mentally to limit her senses as she passed by its haze. She found the egg's colors quite fascinating. Were it not for the oozing and the smell and the bubbling, the egg could have been called elegant. As it were, though, it didn't seem particularly well-mannered if that was a word one could use for eggs.

As for the chiming egg and the crystal egg. Well, the golden egg detailed in green seemed to represent life. It even had a pleasant giggling to it. On the other hand, the crystal egg looked regal, but cold. It was in some ways, exactly the difference between her and her siblings. While she welcomed joy, they always seemed to command seriousness. On the other hand, they always commanded respect. And she, well, there were times when being the youngest had its downsides.

 

[Psychedelic]

"Can't someone shut that bloody thing up?" Baldur muttered to himself, in truth referring to all the eggs. So used to the quiet of the wilderness, was he, that the chiming and laughing and music was just too much noise for him to bear. Of course, he probably wouldn't have commented, had he not been travelling with a band of rowdy boys, then being plunged into a mess of people that was larger than one he had seen in years. He had eventually found his good nature struggling, though of course he still did not snap. Rather than this, he simply retreated back into himself again, lowering what was left of his gaze and remaining at a distance from the others in the room.

Baldur moved with self assurance as each person moved from egg to egg, doing his duty in order to find if he was one of those fabled chosen ones. He would sooner have just up and left, but apparently that wasn't an option. So, attempting to tune out all the inane noises, he found himself concentrating more on what others were saying. It was rude as hell, but at least they were coherent. And again, he would not dream of wading into someone elses conversation, only listening to them - much as he wished to berate himself for that intrusion.