Egg

TSoNM 01/8, 9, 22, 29 When Ethan was angry at Wyatt and Henry, causing the branch to fall, it opened an enormous cavern (black crystal, stalactites, water dripping) in which the group found a mysterious black egg, with golden swirls/glimmers resting on a shelf, emitting bright energy, and with colors on it moving so fast that they could not be read. The group decides to take it back to their dorm room, hiding it in Alison's dresser, and telling no one about it. The egg stayed there for the whole semester, seeming to get heavier as time progressed. Alison took it with her, at Christmas break, as she did not want to leave it in the room alone for two weeks. As Dark Is Her Nature closes, the egg is still a mystery, the School still knows nothing about it, and it is with Alison, Shay and James for the Holidays.

TSONM 02/15 The egg has not yet hatched, and Alison and Aya want to just sit and contemplate/study if. They placed it in the middle of one of the beds, and Alison asked Aya what it looked like. Aya touched it, and the golden flecks sparkled, reflecting the lamplight and casting sparkling motes across the ceiling and walls. She could feel a warmth around it like it was in an incubator, maintaining a perfect temperature. the shell is bumpy, like craters on the moon. Dark gray, with bright sparkling patches of gold all over it like rough polka dot Aya asks what its energy look like.

“Its energy is thick. It starts out with a swirling gray with those gold flecks spinning through it. As I concentrate harder, the colors on the inside pop through. They are a mixture of purples, greens, reds, oranges, and all the colors in between, moving in a circular motion almost like it’s a liquid. It’s different than energies I normally sense. They are very light, like fog or smoke, but these are fluid and almost shimmery.”. Beyond the energies and their colors, Alison could feel heat every time she touched it. It would surge up her arm and linger in her chest, just like the energy she used for magic. It felt like it was communicating—bonding almost—but she had no idea what it was trying to tell her. She wasn’t sure what was in there, or if it would even survive, but whatever it was, she felt drawn to it. Like she had to keep it safe from harm.

Do you think it will be friendly? aya asked. “I don’t know for sure, but if the colors I sense are any indication, then yeah, I really do. At least to us. We will be its family, of sorts.”