I'm holding this egg. I don't
want to, but if I drop it, it'll break...and I know
that'll upset the tribe.
It then crumbles to dust in my hands...and a serpent sits in my palms. It uncoils and wraps around my arm, expanding every moment. It circles my torso and my neck, rising next to my ear. It hisses and spreads small wings... The tribe bows to me. |
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