Post by okami1reeka333 on Apr 8, 2020 12:23:02 GMT -6
zavijah:
she gave the shifter a reassuring nod and smiled as she watched her ally steel herself and move to open the box. . . . the swordsman, herself, staying to the side. . . hopefully Sara did not believe that she would intentionally bring a harmful creature to her if she knew if was dangerous. . .
As Sara opened the apple jade box, she would find that it had a lining of fabric along the bottom and sides. . . .perhaps satin or silk? and fur. . . a rather sizeable egg within the fur and fabric.
The size of the egg came off more or less as a large chicken egg- the size of a human heart or abit smaller and texture of the egg seemed smooth, yet there was a pattern on the egg that would indicate it was to camouflage the egg color wise as either fruit or leaves. . . a small hole was within the shell, towards the most upright point from the new life picking at the encasement with an egg tooth.
As Sara seemed to quietly coo and beckon motherly words at the little being, it seemed to pause before kicking its legs through the hole. . .awkwardly try to stand before flopping towards the shifter as its awkward long legs stumbled about as it called with noises. With the egg having cracked significantly from the awkward tumble, zavijah could see it had two sets of wings with the light being cast within the shell, an odd head, and it seemed to squeak like a chicken hatching as it was still somewhat entangled with the shell and the membrane that made the interlining of it up.
Though only Sara would have a better view of the awkward little creature- for the box and parts of the shell blocked zavijah's view. . . in her mind- for the better. . . this was for Sara.
The little strange hatchling flailed within the jade box; trying to set itself upright.
It almost came off as a toddler or a child recognizing its mother when it seemed to pick up on Sara's voice. . . .perhaps it means it imprinted apon the woman, she assumes. Though, zavijah remained quiet, not wanting the hatchling to imprint on herself. . .Again, This was for Sara, not her. From what she saw, it seemed drawn to Sara's voice . . .
Now that she thinks apon this more. . . the little being would be safer with the shifter, Sara did want to save the being- and since how the being departed was troubling to the shifter, perhaps this would better for the both of them. She could only hope her ally did not blame herself for the Leshy's unfortunate fate they had to free it from- or perhaps forgive herself for having to be one of the hands to free the young innocence in such a traumatic method. Was the hatchling grabbing for the shifter? Calling for the owner of the voice it heard. Perhaps a phantom reaction or instinct from its previous life as it sought for its maternal figure.
Though seeing how wet with fluid the hatchling seemed to be, zavijah pulled a cloth from her butt purse and quietly placed the fabric next to the shifter on the table.
she gave the shifter a reassuring nod and smiled as she watched her ally steel herself and move to open the box. . . . the swordsman, herself, staying to the side. . . hopefully Sara did not believe that she would intentionally bring a harmful creature to her if she knew if was dangerous. . .
As Sara opened the apple jade box, she would find that it had a lining of fabric along the bottom and sides. . . .perhaps satin or silk? and fur. . . a rather sizeable egg within the fur and fabric.
The size of the egg came off more or less as a large chicken egg- the size of a human heart or abit smaller and texture of the egg seemed smooth, yet there was a pattern on the egg that would indicate it was to camouflage the egg color wise as either fruit or leaves. . . a small hole was within the shell, towards the most upright point from the new life picking at the encasement with an egg tooth.
As Sara seemed to quietly coo and beckon motherly words at the little being, it seemed to pause before kicking its legs through the hole. . .awkwardly try to stand before flopping towards the shifter as its awkward long legs stumbled about as it called with noises. With the egg having cracked significantly from the awkward tumble, zavijah could see it had two sets of wings with the light being cast within the shell, an odd head, and it seemed to squeak like a chicken hatching as it was still somewhat entangled with the shell and the membrane that made the interlining of it up.
Though only Sara would have a better view of the awkward little creature- for the box and parts of the shell blocked zavijah's view. . . in her mind- for the better. . . this was for Sara.
The little strange hatchling flailed within the jade box; trying to set itself upright.
It almost came off as a toddler or a child recognizing its mother when it seemed to pick up on Sara's voice. . . .perhaps it means it imprinted apon the woman, she assumes. Though, zavijah remained quiet, not wanting the hatchling to imprint on herself. . .Again, This was for Sara, not her. From what she saw, it seemed drawn to Sara's voice . . .
Now that she thinks apon this more. . . the little being would be safer with the shifter, Sara did want to save the being- and since how the being departed was troubling to the shifter, perhaps this would better for the both of them. She could only hope her ally did not blame herself for the Leshy's unfortunate fate they had to free it from- or perhaps forgive herself for having to be one of the hands to free the young innocence in such a traumatic method. Was the hatchling grabbing for the shifter? Calling for the owner of the voice it heard. Perhaps a phantom reaction or instinct from its previous life as it sought for its maternal figure.
Though seeing how wet with fluid the hatchling seemed to be, zavijah pulled a cloth from her butt purse and quietly placed the fabric next to the shifter on the table.