Day one of The Entries -

I had hatched, and for so long I felt as if I were the only one. At one point I remember warm hands and the murmering of a soft voice, but since the initial breaking of my egg I'd had not heard anyone. Nor had I touched them. It's so curious really, that in just one brief meeting I've become a woman. Especially now that I look back on my life. Words can't describe just how oblivious I was to the fact that everyone needs more than just one soul in their lives. And now I've been blessed with many.

It had started with questions. Questions lead to leaving my hole, which lead to finding a Q&A meeting, which lead to my meeting with Boone and Pistol. Boone is very sweet, but seems a tad absent-minded. I suppose that compliments my anxious habits and tendancies to over-analyze just nicely, though. But I do believe that should be put into words at a different time. I don't want my thoughts to scatter too much. So, Pistol. Oh, Pistol. I'm so very glad I met him. The instant I saw him, I knew I wasn't alone. I do not mean this romantically, but I know I'll grow to love him. As a brother, as it seems that's what me may be. Siblings. The very first inkling that I might very well have a brother made my heart skip.

That night got better. That's when the first egg I'd ever come across appeared in the nursery. I watched it, and then I watched it some more. The colors were mesmorizing, and it wiggled in such fantastic ways. It wanted out, it had spirit. Well, I should say that he had such spirit. Days later another egg appeared just inches away from him, with like colors as myself and the older egg. This one exuded calm, understanding, and love. They both made my heart melt to watch them, I hid in the shadows everyday just to watch their progress.

It sounds sappy, but, as soon as they were hatched and ready to find a home I brought them back to the same place I had raised myself in. I truly love my boys.

I named Meth myself, it seemed fitting and he's taken the concept and run with it. He's bad for my health, and I know he'll be bad for anyone else that comes across him. Jordyn on the other hand... He named himself. I could see it in his eyes, and the cross he came with had it engraved upon the back.

... He's a strange one, and I think he may have a lot to teach Meth and I. Oh, speaking of! The poor boy has managed to get his cross caught in Meth's hair. Or is it that Meth is the one that got his hair caught in Jordyn's cross? Either way, it's time we all went to sleep.