It's strange, how fated lines may cross.Wandering in the woods was a habit for Draconayzia, feeling the sky above and terra below moving in a simple harmony. Things were always much clearer the further away one got from the clutter and hussle of cities. To her, it was paradise.
The egg sat simply enough in the hollow of an old tree, nested among the viens and leaves scattered across the floor. It seemed both out of place and perfectly placed at the same time, the object of birth covered with technology.
A scent drifted across her nose. Ears perked she followed, the scent tugging at her. The egg sat there in the dim hollow. Looking around first, the woman leaned down and carefully disentangled the egg from the wrapping vines.
She started a moment, hand on the pale surface. "I feel a heartbeat little one. What are you?"
The egg of course could say nothing as the woman kept a careful hold on it, carrying it home with her. "We shall have to see what you grow to be little one. Until then, rest well."
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