Of all of his... escapades, this one has to be the most unique. Of all his adventures, this one was the most fruitful, in a way. Of all his jests, well... he supposes he had it coming. Not that he had minded, but he had some trouble wrapping his head around the why of this...
Egg.
He’d laid a golden, scaled egg, marked all over with some sort of pattern that closely resembled the night sky. That same night sky that had seemingly come down to him, then somewhat taken shape, of a horse. Well, Aodhan had been intrigued to say the least, so one thing led to another. Of course, the shapeshifter had desired to also (though not exclusively) try a female shape and maybe the magician had made use of that. Or maybe this was accidental for he both of them.
Regardless, he could not take care of an egg alone - he could not keep it warm day and night. This was why he had found his way to Aquaria, and requested a warm place to rest his egg. She happened to have such a place, and now, the solid egg rested in the same pool as the see-through one. Hers showed development. His... he couldn’t be certain yet. But he had hope - hope for something wonderful.
Today as he made his way over to the pool (always a bit shy, knowing he was intruding on the birth-pool of her children, knowing Ivar had once taken her children from here), he walks slowly, anticipating her mood perhaps. It’s not hard to see she’s very protective over her latest egg. ”Morning, Aquaria.” he greets her way ahead, the spotted male meandering towards the water to check on the eggs. Still whole, at least. That was something.
How long would it take, he wonders?
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
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