Displeased with the look one of the humans was giving the other eggs, Ashwing decided to watch him closely. There was a wave after wave of worry or fear radiating from her own bond. She was having trouble putting her thoguhts into words now that she hatched. Feeling the thoughts of the world and actually seeing any small part of it were different things, and the hatchling was still being overwhelmedby her newfound senses. The light coming form the stairwell that promised to hurt her eyes once they left the room they were in. The
foul sweaty smell of several of the humans that torn on her nostrils. And also, the tirednes of her too long unused muscles now having to hold on to Alph rather than her small body resting against the shell of the egg.
However, she wanted to quell the uncertain feelings of her bond, so she focused her preoccupied mind to form a coherent thought.
"Death solves all problems. No man, no problem. Throw some of your garments to a nearby river. If the villagers believe you drowned, those who would wish you harm will have harder time finding you."
"I'm hungry."
She shared, her little tummy growling more angrily than any roar she could muster at this age to signify which one of her messages had higher priority.
She didn't commune with those who handled their eggs, and now she was regretting it. Perhaps they would have given her clues as to what to do. But alas, until her for now frail body gained some strength, she was to her unending frustration dependable on the human.