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[HATCHING] Not Not, who's here? - Not - Nov 02 2020
The small, round and egglike chrysalis was just... existing underfoot of the whole festival. Part=way up a nearby wall, it's deep garnet sheen had an almost star- like gleam within it, or at least in the flatter areas.
The thinner sides of the gem look paler, what with the white feathers within pressing against the inside, and it's moving- and moving aggresively.
The being inside wants out, and now-!
But we can see if fate has other plans.
Other plans indeed, and the struggling creature can't even get a claw or beakhold in the tight gem- blast it all, his crown is even getting in the way!
RE: [HATCHING] Not Not, who's here? - Arwen - Nov 07 2020
Queen of Lies toddled along merrily, humming softly as she strung flowers together, blood spotting their petals. She'd found a mouse sleeping in one and decided to have it as a snack before picking the flowers to weave together.
She looked up to see the gemstone above and stopped, head tilted,
Perhaps not.
She approached it from below and sat down, waiting to catch it, should it fall.
@Not
RE: [HATCHING] Not Not, who's here? - Not - Nov 21 2020
He flexes again - wings and beak pressing out in all directions, a few feathers bending thanks to being so brittle and soaked in the fluid within the egg.
So, he's only able to split the stone near the tip of his beak, the puncture allowing the liquid to drain as the now infuriated bird within to pull beak sides fragments away from the edges of the opening, finally allowing him to force his way out with distinctively aggravated grumbling and scratching from within, white feathers breaking and splitting down his neck and between his shoulder blades, thankfully flight feathers left intact, partially developed as they are.
This is also a note- he's probably going to land either in front of, or in the hands of Arwen as a soaking wet mess, white feathers soaked, hanging sadly off his smaller frame and sticking up along his spine, having been ruffled as he had slid out and basically summersaulted through the air.
The red gem that makes up his skull, but more importantly the slightly curled horns arranged on the top of his head like a blood red crown, and the top of his beak gleams with an internal star under the light. Pale pink eyes tilt up, and then his head and upper torso follows as he struggles to right himself in the fae Queen's hands, finally settling his wings with a rustling like damp velvet.
"H... hello."
@Arwen
RE: [HATCHING] Not Not, who's here? - Arwen - Nov 21 2020
The Queen gasped as the crow fell, reaching out her arms to catch him. The bird fell in front of her, instead, and she scooped it up much like she had Marshmallow, staring at him with wide eyes.
Pure white feathers with wings and a beak, with a blood red crown and beady eyes.
Hm. Perhaps this creature and Marshmallow could team up and spread out more. They certainly fit her aesthetic. Pristine and white. Sanitary.
@Not