"A home?" Prometheus asked, carefully stepping into the nest, "Well, I mean, yes, I do want to stay here..."
He trailed off as he situated himself above the egg, fluffing his wings up around him as he carefully, very carefully, lowered himself onto it. He was wary of accidentally squashing it (how sturdy were dragon eggshells? Very? Not at all?), and conscious that he was very heavy for a dragon, due to his muscular form and solid bone mass (not hollow like the majority of flight-able dragons). He pretty much loafed on top of the egg, his wings half-unfurled with the fur on the thick membrane fluffed up, making him like a big fluffy ball filling up the nest.
"Hmmm," Prometheus wriggled slightly.
"Is something the matter?" Hythlodaeus asked curiously, when Prometheus kept fidgeting.
"Oh, uh, no, just... trying to get comfortable," Prometheus muttered distractedly. He was practically hovering over the egg, which was great for the egg, but was going to end up in crippling cramps in his legs after an hour or two. Can he really just... rest his weight on it...
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He trailed off as he situated himself above the egg, fluffing his wings up around him as he carefully, very carefully, lowered himself onto it. He was wary of accidentally squashing it (how sturdy were dragon eggshells? Very? Not at all?), and conscious that he was very heavy for a dragon, due to his muscular form and solid bone mass (not hollow like the majority of flight-able dragons). He pretty much loafed on top of the egg, his wings half-unfurled with the fur on the thick membrane fluffed up, making him like a big fluffy ball filling up the nest.
"Hmmm," Prometheus wriggled slightly.
"Is something the matter?" Hythlodaeus asked curiously, when Prometheus kept fidgeting.
"Oh, uh, no, just... trying to get comfortable," Prometheus muttered distractedly. He was practically hovering over the egg, which was great for the egg, but was going to end up in crippling cramps in his legs after an hour or two. Can he really just... rest his weight on it...