[Too comfortable indeed, the tiny screeches that come from this egg sound sleepy and lazy, unlike its other two siblings who are still crying out for attention as Benedikta and Willow both scowl at Cid for just a moment longer. The mother hops over, perching beside Cid to get a closer look, and the baby just... stops pecking and nuzzles back inside the egg.]
Ah, ah. You have to get out of there. It is time to wake up, before mother worries.
[She snorts and caresses the egg with a bit of wind, and it cheeps, almost stubbornly.]
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Ah, ah. You have to get out of there. It is time to wake up, before mother worries.
[She snorts and caresses the egg with a bit of wind, and it cheeps, almost stubbornly.]