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As soon as Eve began to feel better, she was up and caring for Ovelia once again. She looked into her journal mumbling "what did I forget to do" and remembered to go in the attic.

It was a dusty old space that held only three boxes, and couldn't hold much else. Eve pulled the box labelled 'old' down into her living room and rested it upon the yellow rug. "This holds all my old toys..." she murmured, and reached in. She took two cute plushies out, one of a white bunny and one of a little angel bear, and set them on the floor before shoving the old carboard box back up into the attic.

"These will be all yours once you're old enough," she cooed to Ovelia's egg, and sighed blissfully.

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As Nixi and Nalvoro rolled around playfully on the yellow rug of Eve's living room, and the soft orange glow of the lamp illuminated their shiny coats, Eve relaxed onto her black velvet couch for a night of serious television time. Bartholomew, in his sleek cat form, insisted on changing the channel every time Eve found something she liked.

"But I need to watch Court TV!" whined 'Mew, clawing at the remote control.

"I need my Spongebob," mumbled Eve, her eyes practically glued to the television set. Almost involuntarily, her hand found its way to the gilded markings on Ovelia's egg and traced them with her fingertip.

"Spongebob is so annoying," Bartholomew whispered under his breath, and scampered out of the living room. "A nap under the bed is more tolerable than that show!" he exclaimed.

Nalvoro and Nixi stopped to watch 'Mew's dramatic exit, which lasted momentarily until Nalvoro tackled Nixi again. "Stop, stop," she laughed, "Spongebob is on!"

And they all living happily ever-- wait.. no. They watched Spongebob.

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"Gold drapes? How tacky," murmured ''Mew, hidden safely out of sight.

"Come over here and say that," replied Eve, pinning up her drapes. Her eyes were glued to the luster of the fabric and she could swear she saw a faint reflection of herself. "Where''s Nixi?"

"I''m in here," she called. It was the litterbox room.

"Oh, oh, nevermind," Eve exclaimed, and finished the drapes. As she turned, however, she clumsily knocked herself into the end table to her left-- where Ovelia was sitting in her blanket. The blanket slid, and the egg fell.


SPLAT!

...Or at least that''s how she imagined it.

The egg bounced hard on the floor, rolled, and stopped at Bartholomew''s paws. "Well, Ovelia is rather thick-skinn-- er... thick-shelled, now isn''t she?" he mused, and prodded her egg. "Odd."

Eve sighed in relief and picked Ovelia up. "I must be more careful...!"

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"That's it! They lied to me!" roared Eve as she stormed into the kitchen, Ovelia's soft yellow egg in her grip. "This is useless!"

Bartholomew and Nixi followed Eve through the living room and into the kitchen, their eyes full of concern. Nalvoro, however, stayed back with a ball of yarn to play with.

"Please wait.. maybe it needs more time," called 'Mew, but Eve was already searching through a drawer, looking for duct tape-- Ovelia's egg on the counter. "It's had enough time," muttered Eve. However, the egg began to shake.

"What..."

The egg twitched as the gilded markings flashed brightly then grew dim. The whole egg seemed to glow yellow-- and crack. The shell was slowly broken through by a dainty little hand, that hardly seemed capable of that feat at all.

"Mew, look..." whispered Eve, as the little baby girl began to emerge. She had glossy (albeit messy) black hair and pale skin, and as she slowly opened her eyes to look up at Eve, a pair of emeralds met Eve's own eyes. "Such pretty green eyes," commented Eve, and 'Mew climbed onto her head for a better view.

The baby sat up, yawned, and spread her arms-- a pair of silky wings falling into place. They weren't really wings, however, just some type of fabric or material actually attached to her arms and meeting on her back. Eve wondered how the green and orange fabric had grew into her, but she didn't ask questions.

Ovelia began to cry quietly, and Eve picked the tiny baby up from the eggshells and held her against her chest. "Shhh.." she whispered. Ovelia smelled like dew, an odd scent for a newborn. "Let's go prepare your crib..."

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"Oh.. Ovelia's awake, Eve," announced 'Mew, who had been curled up on a wooden stool next to Ovelia's crib.

"Thanks," murmured Eve, who had been resting in the living room adjacent to their bedroom. She got up and stretched as she made her way into the room. "I spent all day out buying her this outfit, had to make it perfect..." she said to herself, and smiled as she looked into Ovelia's crib. She seemed larger than the day before, when she was a tiny little thing. Eve shrugged it off, however, and took Ovelia out of the crib before placing her on her bed.

Ovelia smiled and gurgled happily.

"Stay still.." whispered Eve, as she put Ovelia in a soft blue velvet dress. It was a bit too large, but she knew Ovelia would grow into it. She also placed golden bands over her arms and a small golden tiara/headband-like object on her head. Ovelia apparently disliked it and tossed it, but eventually she gave in after a couple more attempts.

"She's so beautiful."

"Yes, she is," agreed 'Mew.

Ovelia stared up at them both, her green eyes unblinking. "Gah?"

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Dear Journal,

I've definitely got my hands full with Ovelia. I have begun to love her dearly, as though she were my own child, which is strange because I've never felt such maternal instincts before in my life. I regret nothing.

Ovelia can't speak or walk yet but she crawls everywhere and can already stand up. It seems like she's already twice as big as she was the day she hatched from the tiny egg, now coming up to about my knee. I guess she really isn't human.

Her little wing-like things puzzled me when I gave her her first bath, but I realized water cascades off of it like bird wings. Comes in handy when I dry her off.

She's such a little angel.

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Despite Eve waking at the crack of dawn to watch the golden sunrise and Ovelia, Nixi, and 'Mew awaking soon after to hurl the house into a bustling breakfast frenzy, Nalvoro slept late. To him, life was sleep, snack, nap, play, meal, sleep, and such was the life of a young Tourou pup.

"Wake up sleepyhead," sang Nixi, who had gotten Eve to make them both a special breakfast consisting of eggs and paprika with a pinch of garlic. "Breakfast!"

Nalvoro squirmed with the pleasant feeling of being awake and scampered into the kitchen. "Food! Food!" he whined, and Eve set the plates down for them both. Nixi smiled and thanked her, while Nalvoro didn't even take a moment to inhale before devouring his eggs.

"Ovelia looks a lot pinker and healthier today," commented 'Mew, eating from a sardine tin. He supposed it was a compliment to Eve, but Eve didn't really know what to think. "Uhm.. yesh... she is."

Ovelia, however, giggled and reached out to pet Bartholomew's fur. "Mew!" she cried, and Eve stared at her. "Did she just say your name, 'Mew?"

'Mew was all of a sudden overcome. "My name was her first word... how precious," he murmured, and stepped closer to her. "Yes... I'm... Mew..." he said, slowly pronouncing each word.

"Mew mew mew mew mew mew mew!" Ovelia replied, and tugged on 'Mew's ears. His eyes bugged out, but Eve scooped Ovelia up before any repercussions took place. "No no.." she whispered, secretly upset 'mom' or 'Eve' wasn't Ovelia's first word.

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Dear Journal,

I've been so tired lately... Ovelia and Nalvoro are energy-drainers. I thought Nixi would take care of Nalvoro all the time but she's apparently lost interest in being a motherly figure. Kinda funny. But not for me.

I've been spending me time keeping Ovelia and Nalvoro entertained lest they begin to bawl at me. Ovelia doesn't cry as much as Nalvoro, however, but she enjoys slipping away to explore the staircase or the electrical outlets. Such a dangerous little girl.

Over the past few days she's learned to crawl at lightspeed and take baby steps, and even say my name. Finally. "Evemew" seems to be her new word.

She also eats all types of vegetables now, which is good since I started that garden I had planned. I hope the pollution of the city doesn't kill it.

I should move away.