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 Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 4:08 pm
Snow fell from the ever gray sky as the winter almost seemed to drag on, wind whipped the flakes here and there before letting them settle. The noises of something or someone shattered the silence of the winter storm. Soon it was over and two white eggs laid in the snow, whatever had been there was gone. Perhaps their mother? Both parents? Who knew but the two eggs remained resting close together, snow falling to rest on their white shells almost vanishing in the storm. It wasn't long that the storm settled down a little, both eggs laid almost completely buried, only the piles of white stuff revealed their location. It had been a cold night, the day was only going to get colder and the eggs remained alone with only each others company. One seemed to shake while the other remained still, there was certainly life in one of them. But there wouldn't be if they keep on in the cold without help from another Kirin...
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 4:36 pm
 Aoibheann had opted to not fly today, as even on the ground it was far too cold. She shivered as she stepped through the deep snow, which lay above her fetlocks at lowest and up to her knees at highest. Aoibheann was not a fan of winter, but she kept going, determined to get exercise and to get her mind off her encounters that fall of the inquisitive Black Beauty and the bleakly fascinating Draven. While she was glad to know Black Beauty, something about Draven infuriated her and tugged sharply at her heartstrings, and she most definitely wanted to forget him, to never see him again as long as she lived, to be a happy mother, mate, and grandmother with her Mayur.
So wrapped up was she in these thoughts that she didn't even see the two white eggs in the snow. In hindsight, she realized there was no way she would have seen them, anyway. Aoibheann tripped over one of the two eggs lying in the snow, knocking her to her knees in the powdery snow. Shaking her head as she slowly and carefully rose, she walked back to whatever she had tripped over, nosing the snow out of the way...and onto the egg she hadn't tripped over. Aoibheann could not believe what she had tripped over and suddenly smiled softly.
A white kirin egg, all alone in the snow, buried by the falling flakes that drifted to the land of Aerithe from the heavens around her. "Well, well, little one," she said softly, "you appear to be lost. I don't see any signs of any mother being here recently, since it looks like you were not laid in the snow, so your mother and father must be gone." The thought of this one being an orphan or abandoned in such a harsh time of year saddened her...until another thought came to mind.
"That's it. I'll take you home to my mate and my children. You'll be safe with us, little one," she said gently, working on finding some evergreen boughs to fashion into a travois to take the egg home. The travois completed, she rolled the egg onto it with her nose and dragged the little one back home, completely unaware that another had been lying next to it in the snow and that she'd left it behind.((Do you want to do a time skip to where the foal has hatched?))
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