I can't help my grin and reach a webbed hand up to caress the egg's smooth surface.
As if in answer, the fluttering cells nudge their floating egg out of my hand and towards the other one, still cupping the dimly glowing globe of magical light. I chuckle.
Which is when I see more of them, stirring or pulled from the sand beneath me and emerging in short, broken chains, like beaded strings. The pearly chains are varying lengths and connect eggs of differing sizes. When I shine the light behind them, they show varying levels of development in the multi-colored embryos inside, if there's life in them at all.
