R O N I N
Ronin shivered with more than cold as the egg... uh, looked at him? That didn’t seem right but he had no other explanation for the way it stopped moving and the sensation that crept along his spine as it did so. He frowned, beginning to feel rather foolish in the snow with wet trousers and shoes (that were slowly forming a frost) holding what any other passer by would see as a large rock. Sighing, as if he had been hoping for some further explanation from the egg, he trekked a few feet back under the cover of the trees where he could sit and examine it further.
It was as he got moderately comfortable on a flat stone that he was seized with that strange itch in the back of his mind, that communication he could neither place nor respond to. He understood it well enough though, blinking down at the egg in his lap and glancing around for something he might use to help. Finding nothing that wouldn’t just smash the thing to pieces he eventually settled on using himself. His gauntleted hand gently rapped on the shell, Ronin hoping that the armour would help to create a crack that the creature might be able to work on. ”Knock knock,” he joked softly.
