Baby Blue

[Daniel (Tiny)]

“It’s usually not wise to tell someone who’s just produced that their young looks ‘weird’. Especially if they’ve got a mouth that could swallow you whole.”

The feline winches “sorry, just never saw anything like it, coming from a small farm you don’t get to see much of the world I guess” he glances at the ground, green eyes turning to watch Mushu carrying a egg away. Leaping down away from the group he pads after him. “Hey, uh do you need any help with that? I think I saw Mulan earlier”

[Dhall]

“Gods, couldn’t imagine ten. My species makes one, and only one, and from what I’ve witnessed, it’s not exactly a pleasant experience. You’re quite the trooper.”

The Elemental hums gently as she shifts to the barn door, grabbing a decently sized basin on the way. Once to the door, she ducks out, only to return with the container heaped with fresh, crisp snow. As she slides back towards the group, she presses the basin to her chest, heat from her core beginning to melt the water with ease.

“Did you want the water hot, or cool? Or I could do another basin and get you both.”

Her tone is smooth and gentle, despite The Gourmand’s near-demands. Patient, it seems.

[The Gourmand]

As he was leaning up on his elbow, he watched the others carefully as they went off the meet his “requests”. Obviously, the Gourmand was soon to keep his attention on Shani, quickly noticing what she had. The look betrayed by his snakelike eyes wasn’t one of threat, but it was clearly stern. His body was primed to move, as limited as it would be given his great weight and crippled limbs. The Gourmand gave a quick gesture with his head, turning it behind his shoulder to show where he wanted Shani to put the egg.

Claws clung to the wooden floor and he dragged himself a few foot’s distance from his nest, so he’d be allowed to see it. He kept his gaze affixed to the lioness; understandable considering she was carrying his young. The Gourmand was aware of Naiche with the pillows, but didn’t give him much more than a glance.

“Well,” he took a deep breath out, his lids lowering in resignation, “May as well set up a bed.”

Hesitating for a moment, the sea beast rolled onto his stomach, taking on a more vulnerable position. The Gourmand didn’t look quite his normal self -- he was tired. The experience had left him exhausted. It wasn’t until then he decided he’d allow himself to give in to his lack of energy. He was reminded of the times he’d been given care in Atlantica -- the memories were bittersweet.

“Heh,” he gave a gruff chuckle, “The most I had at once was 26.”

The Gourmand frowned, lifting his head from where it’d been resting over his arms in order to look up at Dhall.

“Cold water, if you would be so kind,” he snorted.

He leveled his gaze and tapped his chin, a little smirk beginning to appear. His mind was anywhere but his unborn offspring for the moment.

“Oh my, what else? Hmmm. I do suppose the whole ordeal has left me feeling a tiny bit.. absolutely famished. Ah ha ha..”

[Shani]

Shani carefully wandered her way forward, using the scent of the other eggs to guide her, since she wasn't exactly able to see the Gourmand's gestures.
It took her a bit to find the nest of eggs, her paws eventually brushing against the small round spheres. Taking a careful step back to avoid accidentally stepping on any, she lowered her head and placed the stray egg among it's kin. Her ears twitched as she listened to the conversations between the Gourmand, Dhall, and the newcomer Naiche.

"There you are little one," she spoke softly to the egg as she used her nose to gently nudge it closer to the other eggs, "No more straying off for you."
Perhaps it was a little silly, talking to an egg. Most likely the creature inside couldn't hear her, but something about it just felt right.

[Naiche]

Ears were quick too pivot forward as the Gourmand requested food, at first the wolfdog didn't move more interested in what Shani was doing before he forced himself up onto his paws. "On it." He grunted as he made his way past and around the members that were curled into the small space. Once free from the small living space he was quick to set off on looking for a meal suitable for the Gourmand.

Question was what was suitable for a big hungry sea beast? Naiche slid to a stop internally debating if he should turn right around and ask or just winged it. The latter in his mind demanding he just wing it, best not to poke the 'bear' further than what was necessary. He shook his head and set back to his mission for food.

[Violet Parr]

When Violet heard that the gourmand requested food at first she didn’t budge but then she whispered under her breath saying “on it.” She didn’t know what the gourmand liked but she went searching for something that was suitable for him. She didn’t really say too much as her search continued. Her only option was to wing it since she didn’t know what food the gourmand enjoyed to base her search off of it. She was sure that she was going to be able to find something that was worthy. Even if she got it wrong this time at least she would know what to avoid when she had to go on a search for the next time.