R O N I N
Ronin couldn't help himself, letting out a laugh at the echo within the eggshell, holding the sphere carefully in his hands as the creature within began its frenzied escape anew. He watched carefully, unable to see the cracks from the shade of the tree, but the desperate plea reached him as if it was coming from his own head. Concern began to pull at him, wondering and worrying for how long the whatever-it-was could keep this up for.
It was with care and a hint of trepidation that he tapped along the egg where the scratching seemed most energetic, eyes widening as he fel the shell give a little. "Hey, that's it," he encouraged, knocking again here and there to help to weaken it further, until finally he saw the first real chips of shell begin to break away.
Grinning, the guildmaster carefully guided the break to open further, as if to show the creature inside where freedom was, until all at once it simply split open with a crack that sounded much louder than it likely was.
Within, coiled impossibly with sheer, leathery wings sheathed about itself, a tiny dragon croaked for victory. Ronin's jaw dropped.
The little creature's body would have fit within his two cupped hands, but that said nothing for its long, snowy tail, which flailed like a ribbon in the winter wind, like some sort of bird of paradise. Slowly and clumsily it - she, Ronin knew instinctively, somehow - freed herself from her wings, rolling out of the remnants of the shell onto four unsteady feet. Feet with claws that gripped on for dear life to the unfortunate guildmaster's leg.
He yelped and she raised a white, serpentine head dappled with grey scales about the nose, and chirped in return. Alright then.
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