[In spite of herself and that nervousness in the pit of her stomach, Benedikta can't help but smile fondly at him when he speaks to the egg, the sight of it stirring up feelings that she would rather not give a name to at the moment, even if she has felt them before. The two owls step closer, Biddy hopping into Benedikta's lap where she sits perched, and they all watch the egg.
Nothing happens, and she can feel Biddy deflating on her lap, and she hears the sad trills as Willow leans in to nudge the egg again with her beak.
But then...
Cid will feel the tiniest—the teeniest tiniest—wriggle on his palm. So small that none of them can even see it.]
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Nothing happens, and she can feel Biddy deflating on her lap, and she hears the sad trills as Willow leans in to nudge the egg again with her beak.
But then...
Cid will feel the tiniest—the teeniest tiniest—wriggle on his palm. So small that none of them can even see it.]