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Well, wasn't this weird? The nineteen year old sat on the grass, gray eyes observing the giant egg. They had to make sure it came to no harm. Sampson crossed his legs, reaching up with a pale hand to strike some of his shoulder-length white hair away from his face. He glanced over at Reyhyeh, sighing slightly. What was it supposed to do? Hatch? Well, it wasn't happening soon. The small snowflake mark in the center of his forehead began to grow, his eyes drifting shut. The grass around him began to frost over as his mind wandered. A small line of the frost zig-zagged away, circling around the girl before darting off into the woods. Boredom in its finest form.

The frost around Sampson melted as his eyes opened, looking at the girl. He shrugged, moving to an area of grass on the opposite side from her. "I don't know. If we're here for more than a month, I guess we'll go get supplies from the nearest town and camp out here until they get back." It sounded like a good plan, and good plans were good.

He leaned back, glaring at the egg. Due to habit, his mind slipped back into meditation, only it was encountering someone else. Someone else was there? Behind the egg? His eyes opened and he stood, the mark glowing brightly as he walked to the other side. No one was there. He reached back and scratched his neck at the base of his head, turning to look at it. Of course there was something alive in there... He shrugged and went back to his last seating place, plopping onto the ground and watching the egg intently.

He wanted out so he could meet the man who played with winter. He had felt both the minds out there twitch with discomfort, but he still wanted out. He had rocked the egg just a little bit, but that shell was too hard for himself. The little wyrmling called upon his other half, that part of him which was already bond. Alyra... I want out of the egg.

Sampson placed his hands on the ground, frost springing up around them as his mind opened, searching for the conciousness that had come into contact with his before. If it was Delilah or Rebecca or Lionel he would kill them, but it wasn't. He growled. "Show yourself," he beckoned with a whisper, finding that mind again and tugging on it gently.

He-hey-hey! That tickled!

It still tickled! Alath pushed against the side of the egg, his head pushing against it. Help is required. He pushed against the other mind, giving a small giggle as something snapped. Help comes. Move, Alyra! He shot away from the egg's shell towards the safety of the center.

Sampson snarled softly, standing again and walking to the egg. A sold breeze kicked up, causing the sand in front of him to blow away as his hand touched the shell. Without warning, the surface began to change from its bronze color to almost clear. Soon as there was enough room, he punched it as hard as he could, a shattering sound greeting his ears as egg fluid spilled onto him. Ew.

Help comes! Alath grinned as the egg-side shattered, spending this one time as a water wyrm would and riding the egg-fluids out, missing the young man's head by a few inches. He landed and gazed upon the world, blue eyes bright and big with wonder. Wow.

Sampson hit the ground from the force that the stuff had hit him, bouncing almost immediately back up. He gave a half glare at Reyh, the stuff freezing over him and making a near solid block of ice. He shattered it, leaving his mostly dry as the blocks of ice melted on the sand. He turned to look at the conciousness, finding a little wind wyrm on the ground. "What the hell?"

Alyra? Alath ignored Reyh to slither towards his twin, aware there was a dull throb where she had fallen. It was a weird link they shared, wasn't it? Alyra, are you okay?

"Reyh... am I seeing double or are there two of them?" He blinked, looking at the identical wyrms. He looked at the large egg and the hatchlings, head spinning. Could there be two in one egg? It made no sense...

We'll get cleaned up. Alath said happily, turning to look at the two staring humans, his eyes growing wide. What're they? He squeaked happily with the assurance that his sister was fine, slithering closer to the two others.

Sampson looked between the two before giving a shrug. "I don't know. I bet Thyra and Altan will want to know they're officially parents." But how were you to go about that? If he wanted to touch at Thyra or Altan's mind, it would take him a few days if they had travelled far, and there were a mulititude of things that could and would distract him before he got very far at all.