“Right, right. Just gotta do this fast. Mito you got this. Just one of the eggs of your tribe for the prophecy.” The VespirWing sighed, scratching her face.

Mito glanced around, her mind racing at a hundred miles an hour, she was in a panic. Mito definitely didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know what egg to take.

“Maybe I take my own? No no. It won’t hatch in time. And my husband is taking good care of it. What do I do?” Mito grumbled.

As she talks, you slowly approach her.