closed 🪶⚡ but all i really know, you're where i wanna go

[garudas]

Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman.
Status: Closed.
Where: The Roost.
What: While making the glass charms, their owl has a little big surprise for them.
Warnings: Cute baby owls and disgusting, domestic fluff.


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[ramuhs]

[He frowns a bit at that and looks at the egg before looking at Benedikta.]

Do you think you can sense anything from it? Perhaps hear a small voice inside?

[garudas]

Me?

[She looks between all of them in surprise, the two owls watching her with hopeful eyes.]

May I?

[Willow gives an affirmative hoot, and Benedikta carefully reaches into the nest and scoops up the egg.]

It's warm... That is good, yes?

[ramuhs]

I'd say so.

[The owls hoot with hopeful confirmation.]

Can you feel or hear any movement inside?

[garudas]

[She brings it up close to her ear, cradling it closely in her hand to try and sense any movement inside, as well as listen for sounds, but...

With a worried glance at all of them, she shakes her head.]

Nothing.

[And before the owls can hoot sadly, she holds the egg out in between them.]

But that does not mean it is hopeless. Surely there is... something we can do?

[She looks at Cid, hopeful.]

[ramuhs]

[Cid rubs his chin with a pensive frown.]

Now I'm no bird expert, but I do know that for chicken and chocobo eggs they may try to add a bit more heat to try and help the incubation.

[garudas]

[She straightens, her eyes widening slightly.]

Heat... Do you suppose your magic might work?

[ramuhs]

It...might.

[He hesitates as he looks at the little egg in her hands.]

Electricity is a different kind of heat compared to a flame, and I've never really tried anything like it before, least of all on an egg.

[garudas]

[Biddy hops along the nest closer to them as Willow tends to the screeching babies that have hatched, and he hoots.]

He thinks it may be alright? You, of all people, have the greatest control over it. And trying to find either Rosfield brother might prove to be too late by the time we get them here...

[ramuhs]

[There's still some hesitation, but seeing and hearing Bidowlfin softly hooting at him and looking at him with sad, hopeful eyes breaks him. So with a quiet sigh, he looks at the egg again before taking off his gloves and holding out his hand.]

All right, I can give it a go.

[garudas]

[All eyes are on him now, anticipation suspending in the air around them.]

Should it get too much, I can cool it with my winds... but perhaps that is just what this little one needs. A bit of a jolt.

[She gives him an encouraging look, having complete and unconditional confidence in him, as Biddy and Willow both hoot softly when she hands him the egg, letting it slide from her palm into his.]

[ramuhs]

[He can feel the pressure from their gazes!!

But with the egg now safe in one hand, he cups his other around it as he holds it up closer to him. Hmmmm.]

Feeling all cozy in there, aren't you? But it's time to come out, can't be in there forever.

[Can it hear him? Who knows, but he's also saying it to try and ease the tension around them. Then slowly he releases some of his levin, a little trickle of electricity that skirts around the egg as if to tickle it before he concentrates it more on his palms to generate that heat. Not too hot, but should be hot enough to be felt...]

[garudas]

[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.]

[ramuhs]

[A frown had started to form and he wondered if he should try making it stronger...but then he felt it. That little movement.

A smile forms as he glances at Benedikta before holding the egg closer to his face.]

Come now, no need to be stubborn. Or are you just shy?

[He raises the temperature just a little bit on his palm before he tap tap taps the egg lightly with the top of his finger, giving it another little jolt. It would be like feeling a static shock, and this time the egg jolts a little as if surprised.]

Or perhaps I should cook you for my next breakfast....

[Terrible grandpa—]

[garudas]

Cidolfus—!

[Willow bites him because wow!? Even Bidowlfin joins in on the chorus of scolding tones with a screech of his own. Daaaaad!

Benedikta wraps her arms around the owl and leans closer to the egg.]

He did not mean that. He meant that he will cook you breakfast instead.

[There's another wriggle, this one more obvious, and then—

Chirp chirp from the inside.]

[ramuhs]

[He just laughs at them (and small wince at the bite).]

What? It worked, didn't it?

[And he'll hold out the egg proudly as it continues to wriggle, small pecking sounds heard from inside as the chick starts to break through the shell.]

The bugger was too comfortable in there. Had to encourage it out a different way.

[garudas]

[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.]