Summer has now arrived here in the Montair Mountains, and well, you’re a bit impatient to put it lightly. It has been 3 long months since you laid your first nest of eggs with your mate, Zelroth.

Despite the ups and downs of being a first-time mother, so far all 3 of your beautiful eggs are still intact, each with a steady heartbeat within their shell exteriors—you’ve made sure to check that fact multiple times a day. But damn it, is it getting old having to incubate your eggs day in and day out. You are now moodier, and sometimes even lash out at Zelroth…which you quickly regret afterwards.

You worry that you’re doing something wrong…are the eggs not warm enough? Or perhaps even too warm?? You may also spend an absurd amount of time checking to see if any of your eggs have pipped yet, doubting your own two eyes has become a regular occurrence. Zelroth does his best to comfort you whenever your anxiety gets bad.

It’s another sunny day and Zelroth is on the other side of the nest sorting food before going out to scout the area. You sigh for what feels like the thousandth time and get up from the eggs to do your routine checkup on them.

But this time you see something you’ve only been dreaming about for the past few weeks, your biggest egg has a small, yet definitely not insignificant little pip on its smooth shell.

You have never felt such joy spread from your heart out to the tips of your wings until this very moment.

You almost stumble over yourself as you rush to Zelroth’s side, bumping into him to cause him to drop the fruit he was holding.

He immediately looks at you with concern, wondering if this will either be another one or your anxiety filled meltdowns or if something actually happened.

“{{user}}, calm down and take a breather…did something happen?” He gently wraps his wing around you to support you.