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It had been a few weeks since Alma received Honey’s egg. It had shown no signs of hatching, which started to worry Alma.

After all the chaos of the nook had died down, and the stars were shining in the sky, Alma was finally to get her rest. She quickly checked in the egg nursery, to find the little quiet egg glowing a deep red. She breathed a sigh of relief, and came over to check on how it was hatching. It had barely cracked, and it seemed to be struggling. Until it had just stopped moving all together. The older winegrowers quickly panicked, and resorted to helping the egg open herself.

She catiously moved the shell off the newborn. Finally. After what seemed like hours, the wygling was out. She expected it to start crying immediately. But...

Silence.

It didn’t cry, or squirm, or do anything a newborn would normally do. It just laid there. Alma heaved a heavy sigh and wiped a tear from her eye. “Poor soul.” She murmured, and started to pick up the lifeless body. A small cry echoed through the room. She looked down to see a squirming, whimpering baby in her arms. Her face lit up to see such a wonderful sight.
She gently moved the baby’s leg over. A girl. “Welcome to the world, Honey."

2/811 wyns

Description
It had been a few weeks since Alma received Honey’s egg. It had shown no signs of hatching, which started to worry Alma.

After all the chaos of the nook had died down, and the stars were shining in the sky, Alma was finally to get her rest. She quickly checked in the egg nursery, to find the little quiet egg glowing a deep red. She breathed a sigh of relief, and came over to check on how it was hatching. It had barely cracked, and it seemed to be struggling. Until it had just stopped moving all together. The older winegrowers quickly panicked, and resorted to helping the egg open herself.

She catiously moved the shell off the newborn. Finally. After what seemed like hours, the wygling was out. She expected it to start crying immediately. But...

Silence.

It didn’t cry, or squirm, or do anything a newborn would normally do. It just laid there. Alma heaved a heavy sigh and wiped a tear from her eye. “Poor soul.” She murmured, and started to pick up the lifeless body. A small cry echoed through the room. She looked down to see a squirming, whimpering baby in her arms. Her face lit up to see such a wonderful sight.
She gently moved the baby’s leg over. A girl. “Welcome to the world, Honey."

2/811 wyns