The hatching of the young chick appeared to have sparked a change, a butterfly effect in the area. An oblong stone rested next to the crumbling chrysalis remains like a shimmering and more majestic chicken egg. It was almost as if the movement from the outside world alerted the rock that it was time to be alive. And so being alive is what would happen.
The moonstone shifted before cracks began to form over its surface. Then a hole pierced. Air suddenly rushed inside the tight space. Inside the creature took its first breath, frigid and strange. Before long the rest of the egg broke open to reveal a strange oddity of traits; fur and flesh dampened and messy around a hodgepodge of a creature.
Startling blue eyes blinked, taking in the strange new world it found itself in. It was so different from the simple existence she had known. The cold temperature, the sounds of trickling water, the very presence of air and light and sound. Most noticeably, though, was the creature that was near her. Perhaps it was an innate instinct that let her know that they were siblings, perhaps it was simply that she just hatched and was attaching to whatever was first seen. Whatever was the cause, she knew it to be important.
As such, she turned her long awkward body towards it curiously.
@Wyvern
The young hybrid cocked her head slightly at the chirped word of the other creature. She quietly watched it awkwardly move closer to her, neither encouraging nor discouraging its actions as it pressed against her. Blue eyes took in the form of the hatchling next to her, looking it over and then comparing it to herself. They were quite different from each other, that much was easy to tell. So odd that she felt such a strong attachment to the critter.
Yet such logical analysis quickly left her mind as the young chick began to bury itself in what little bits of downy fur she had including the longer bristles of baby mane along her neck and back. Despite the cold of Pisces causing her breath to form tiny clouds, a warm feeling began to envelope her. Instinctually she moved her long body to semi-wrap around the chick to provide it warmth.
“
Cold,” the chick had said. And it had felt right when it was said. Now, though, it felt wrong. She wasn’t quite sure at first why. Then a word came to her.
“
Warm,” she uttered softly.
@Wyvern