A new easiness fell to Jinijz. For the first time his purpose of bringing the eggs didnít fill his every being. Instead he soaked in the company of Nyr. Waiting for her to heal and then walking to the sea had to be the best time in his life, as strange as that sounded to him. In many ways he could judge he was walking to the end. Only one egg left and what would his purpose be then? But Nyr filled that worry. She had become his purpose. The eggs were fleeting, they broke and left. Jinijz wanted them to. That was their reason and his. But Nyr had begun to feel like something he didnít want to lose.
Yowl was so different that Greach too. He had more of the ability to leave them and fly off on his own and yet he did not. Was it Nyr and Jinijz that kept him close or his twin egg? Maybe Yowl hatched earlier than he should have to save Nyr. Even so Jinijz enjoyed the flyers easy patterns. He would scout and bring Nyr gifts of food or parts of new plants for her to smell. His gifts were always for Nyr and for some unknown reason that made Jinijz very proud. Something from another world that looks much like him knows to honor his connection to this world, Nyr.
Yowl made Jinijz feel very comfortable about the last egg. It must be like him. The egg had looked the same. But as it sought so strongly the sea Jinijz could not understand how it could be. Yowl was defiantly of the sky. This unhatched egg wanted the sea.
Nyr stood along the rock cliff as the waves crashed below. She backed up and Jinijz moved beside her. He nudged her gently with his wing only to let her know he was there, he was close. It felt like the right place to be. He put the worn, half burned bag down and untied the thin string. The egg did not hesitate at all to roll out onto the shore line. It pulsed. The shell glowed with a inner light that made the shell seem to cast rays out into the sky. Then the light would fade and it would just be the egg again.
Yowl landed close to the egg. He bobbed his head toward Nyr then the egg and back to Nyr again. The light from the small pink shell began to stay and grow. Jinijz cautiously put his wing around Nyr and urged her to step back. What if the explosion that burned her when Yowl hatched had nothing to do with saving her and was instead just part of the way this egg came to life. Jinijz did not want Nyr hurt again. So he pushed her back.
Yowl moved forward. Jinijz had to believe he knew what to do. With a sudden loud crack and light that shot out of the small egg, Jinijz felt a warm blast of air. From the egg flew a small almost transparent thing. Its body was similar to Yowl, wings, and a head with a small beak. But to Yowlís blackness this one was light. So white and light it was hard to see it. And whereas Yowl had hatched as a baby unable to fly right away this one seemed already able. With stretches of its transparent wing it flew to Yowl. They circled each other and embraced in a strange way. Their wings wrapped around each other.
As they intertwined for a few minutes they danced in a circle in the air. The hold was released and the new hatchling flew to Nyr. The light flyer circled Nyr. Very lightly it landed on her head between her ears. Jinijz could see it lowered its tiny head and rub each cheek against her fur. Jinijz was watching so intensely he did not notice that Yowl was close to him. The dark flayer landed on Jinjizís torn wing and nipped at the edge. Jinijz saw something in Yowlís eyes as they were so close. It was a thankful good bye. Jinijz felt his heat swell and yet ach at the same time. Yowl was leaving.
Both the new flyers then rose into the air. They seemed to increase in size and the colors around them burst into rays of light. Suddenly the new light flyerís wings changed and blended into fins. She swirled toward Yowl and he took hold of her. In an instant they both gently fell to the sea.
It seemed to happen slow and fast all at the same time. Yowl released the light one right above the deep waves below the rock edge. As she touched the water it all appeared to change. The deep blue lightened and other colors ran from the spot she fell. The waves stopped.
Jinijz held his breath and moved toward the ledge to watch. In only minutes the sea returned to its rythmn of waves and color. But Jinijz knew something had changed. Yowl opened his wings above the sea called with a voice Jinijz had just begun to know and turned away from Nyr and Jinijz. He flew off.
Jinijz sat beside Nyr and leaned his head against her. What had they just seen? What should they do now? He didnít really need to answer either of the questions. He knew. They had brought life, a new life, to this world. Yowl was the sky and she was the sea. They didnít even name her. The sea needed little nurturing to thrive. The sky just a bit as it mixed between the land and the sea. Was Greach the land? Jinijz didnít know.
Right now he just wanted to sit with Nyr and watch.