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Hatil was beaming with pride at her cute little babies and offered Valko a return-squeeze to his hand. She was truly happy that he was here to watch with her; it wouldn't have been the same without him!



In retaliation of the leg that was stuck outside of the shell, a new egg soon joined it. While this one didn't so-much scream, it got it's point across well enough with the two flailing pairs of talons to its side. After a moment, the weight of the egg shifted and sent it tilting such that the talons could grip BorkBork below.

Surely had he a sense of feeling, he would not be happy with how they grabbed him.

But that was okay, as he is only a sack of flour.



"Mama...? Nonono... I am not your mama. Nope..." How did that thing even know what a mama was? No, there was not the time right now to be having such casual thoughts as the little thing re-approached her.

Go away.

Shoo shoo.

Get the memo.

But the memo was not gotten, and as Saira took as step back and away from the dirty little chick, it wasn't quite far enough. She'd hardly taken a moment to pause and glance back at the hut that had all sorts of weird and loud noises coming from it before a different, more immediate problem had quite literally latched to her talons. Ahhhhhhh... THAT HURT WHAT THE HECK. Lifting the leg in question, she angrily flared her wings to keep her balance while trying to knock the chick off her leg.

That said, she wasn't super forceful. She wanted the chick to let go, but she didn't want to actually injure it or anything.

The chick continued to wiggle, squirms and scream. The cracks grew until at least a wet chick flopped its way out of the egg. Unable to see and being slimy and cold was awful and the baby bird did not like it one bit and continued to peep in distress as it tried to hop around. Small egg fragments where stuck to the wet downy feathers.

Valko grinned as the baby flopped out of the egg. "Hatil!" He shook her hand in excitment. One of the babies was free! and the other was feet!

Being a flour sack Borkbork had no feelings about being covered in egg shells and wet chicks.

Rosamin chirped, giving a blink. She looked from the big creature she dubbed 'mama' and to the patch of dirt, not entirely getting what she wanted. "Mama?" she said curiously, using her talons to move slowly up the leg, its' sharpness received by each movement until she made it to the side where she nuzzled Saira's torso. The mere warmth of the being made her all aflutter with happiness. She closed her eyes instinctively and nuzzled once more, as a form of a snuggle and a hug.

"No. Not mama. Saira."

Her eye twitched as the hatchling did the exact opposite of getting off and instead decided to climb up her side. That hurt damn it! She said get off. Ugh. You know what, whatever. WHATEVER. She was ABSOLUTELY DONE with all of this nonsense. As far as she was concerned, her disappointment was immeasurable and her day was ruined. Her eyes absentmindedly glanced back at the hut as she mused about dumping this chick over with the other two that, given the ruckus she could hear from here, was going on. She would just casually put this mangy chick with the other two and let them deal with it instead; easy enough, right?

Good enough idea as any.

With a new plan in mind, she approached the noise and walked in, but her face quickly took on a grimace at the scene before her. "Ugh... they're so gross-looking and slimy..." Did that one have pieces of shell sticking to its feathers. So gross. Frankly, the one on her wasn't much better at the moment, but at least she was dry. "Hatil." she looked over at her idiot sister and continued. "Go get a tub of water and come back."



Oooooh! He was right; that one looked like her!

And their voices were so strong; they would surely be healthy birds like her one day! Look how cute they were wiggling around. So cute...

Oh Saira was here now with her chick; what took her so long? She'd opened her mouth to say something, but she was cut right off. Water? Her head tilted to the side slightly at the thought: why did she need water? Well okay then. Glancing up at Valko she gave him a thumbs up before walking back to the back entrance of the house and outside.

There were two main features behind the house: a container they used to collect rainwater and a small, yet largely neglected pond a bit further away. the container was mostly made of wood that had been smoothed down and pressed together so form a square about half Hatil's wingspan in length. Layers of dirt had been molded to the side's to help its structural integrity and to largely seal the inside contents away. the top was removable; generally they left it closed unless it was raining or they were collecting water for personal use.

This time was the latter.

Taking the lid off, Hatil walked away for a moment to pick up a rather nice tub she had recently found during one of her days exploring the woods. Or was it a... a bucket? She was pretty sure she'd heard someone call it a bucket when she was flying away. Either way, it worked really well! Collected the water and everything. She wasn't sure why something this nice was just tied up next to a big hole in the ground, but she'd have to go check it out again sometime. Maybe she'd find another!

Bucket about half-full of water, she once again closed their water reserves before returning inside.



The other chick was cold and shivering and NOT HAPPY.

"Speckles" He suggested to Hatil as he pointed to the one that looked like him.

Then Saira had entered and told Hatil to get water. He returned Hatil's thumbs up as she left.

There was a baby clinging to Saira! "cute baby". The baby clearly had some blue feathers growing in so it must be hers.

Where had she kept the egg though? Ah probably in her sleeping space. That made sense.

How fun! her kid could grow up and play with theirs! his tail wagged at the thought.

'speckles' as she had been dubbed continued to scream because she was not happy.

Borkbork continued to remain silent and unmoving as a flour sack should.

The new chick took a gander at the others, a speckled one and a mossy green one. She gave a chirp, blinking rapidly in succession afterward like she was having a seizure for the moment before leaning forward curious about the others. Rosamin, then, looked up at Saira and cocked her head. What is that weird looking thing? It's moving when it gets shaken, it is splashing. When a tiny bit of water hit her face, she started freaking out.

"MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!" she shrieked, flapping what wings she had, gripping Saira painfully tight with her claws. She didn't like it! NO WAY! FIGHT! FIGHT! NO! she panicked internally, letting lose a screech.

"OUCH. THAT HURTS. Oh can it!" Saira was nearly growling as the chick freaked out over a bit of water. "I swear to the Guardian's that if you don't hush up I'm throwing you back in the woods... Or I'm gonna file those claws until they're flat..." Continuing to scrub the chick with a soap bar until all of her feathers had been fully lathered, she then began to scoop up the bucket water to rinse the soap off.

Once cleaned, she again picked up the chick and put her on one of the towels brought over by Hatil and began ruffling her in the cotton to dry her off.

Under her breath she continued to mumble angrily. "Little s**t. Cutting up my arms just because you didn't want to get wet... I swear to the Guardians... Try to do something nice and what do I get for it..."



Beaming Hatil had nodded in agreement as she set a pile of towels on the counter near Saira. Speckles and Mossy, what great names for such cute chicks.

That said, it seemed like her sister was having a pretty difficult time with her own chick... That looked painful. She didn't have extra time to contemplate it further before she was being handed one of her own chicks by Valko. Ewww...~! They felt so gross! No wonder they were screaming so much, it must feel even ickier to them than they felt to her. She almost giggled at the slimy sensation.

...!

That must have been why Saira wanted the bucket! Bath time for everyone!

Lightly, playfully, bumping her shoulder into Valko, she motioned from the baby chicks to the tub. "Bath time? Let's get them clean, then food!" She didn't think they would be happy to eat if they still felt so gross



The sensation of being lifted up scared "Mossy" and she started crying anew as she went from one set of arms to another. She wanted DOWN. But being in mama's arms was warm... But she wanted DOWN.