Post by menta on Oct 26, 2006 23:57:41 GMT -5
Brook dashed to the kitchens, winded and red hair flying everywhere. A little green flit fluttered excitedly around her head, humming slightly. The green was projecting a torrent of imaes into her head. It was confusing but she got the idea. The egg that she'd gotten had been hardening for ome time, and now, finally, it was hatching!
She didn't bother nodding politely to any of the kitchen staff on her way in, and simply dashed to hearth, peering into a hanging pot filled with hot sand. A small, mottled egg was nestled in between. It was rockign however, and cracks were etching up its sides. Finally! She waited eagerly to see who her new little friend would be.
She didn't bother nodding politely to any of the kitchen staff on her way in, and simply dashed to hearth, peering into a hanging pot filled with hot sand. A small, mottled egg was nestled in between. It was rockign however, and cracks were etching up its sides. Finally! She waited eagerly to see who her new little friend would be.
