Subject: The moon
IC: His eyes, blood red, shined against the pale light of the moon. The whites of his eyes twinkled, where he was headed he wasn't sure but he kept going. He kept searching, searching, flying into the air until suddenly, he stopped. There he found what he was looking for, the moon illuminating coldly what he searched for. Perched on top of a tree, a dimly lit egg shone, it's glow faint and waning. "I found you at last," the boy said to the egg, as he rubbed it against his cheek.
Ooc: Oh well, I tried. :)
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