In a golden chrysalis of pyrite, a tiny Honey Buzzard chick begins to wake. Once so content in the sleep-like stasis, they quickly grew restless. Wiggling within the tight confinement of the crystal, the chick felt increasingly claustrophobic. Their claws scraped against the crystal walls, and yet they were still mostly curled up into a tight ball. They began to press harder, digging their claws into one side of the crystal and pressing their head into the other side. It was hardly comfortable, but they were very determined to escape the tight confines of the crystal chrysalis.
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Feire
This time you're free; I know it's hard to believe.
Feire pranced through the tunnels between Polaris and Cetus. It had become more familiar to him since his unexpected jaunt to Cetus, and he took the opportunity to learn it like the back of his paw, even if his home was still rooted firmly in Polaris. Part of this exploration was discovering what lay at each ends of what Feire had found himself calling the crossroads. It was a four way split- and as far as he could tell, each tunnel led somewhere different.
Now, Feire had seen chrysalises before. Fascinating things, and beautiful too. He wasn’t too interested in how they did what they did, but always knew two things; one, the life inside would be someone, or something, and two, they were probably wanting to get the hell out. Without further hesitation, Feire poured all his focus onto simply cracking that stone.
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@Sorda
The young chick, with the help of the fox, was able to just barely open a hole in the crystal large enough for the baby bird to wiggle out. Its eyes nearly squinted shut against the sudden brightness, they looked around the new place they found themself in. It was so big, and they wanted to explore it all, and-
Suddenly, they shivered violently. Only having a thin coat of down feathers to insulate themself, they quickly got very cold outside of the crystal. Quickly, almost without thinking, they went over to the fox, snuggling up to his side, desperate for warmth.
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@Feire