The serpent coiled his body tightly then lifted his head up into the air. His gaze tipped his nose down to the egg, which wobbled and shivered. His tongue flicked out, tasting the air, the yearning that seeped from the slowly growing cracks appearing in the surface of the shell. He lowered his body around and surrounded the egg as bits and pieces flecked away, chipping and falling onto his scales.
A small hand pushed out of the shell, fingers spread wide, grasping and searching. The serpent lowered his nose to the palm, hissing as the tiny fingers curled around it. The top of the shell shattered. He gazed at a small, girl child. Her hair was blonde in front of her soft, sculpted ears, and behind them it was a fertile brown. Her left eye was gold, and the right eye a clear, cobalt blue.
She reached up with her other hand, placing it next to her first on the serpent's snout. Her dual eyes blinked, curiosity making them open wider, as if to see more or see more clearly.
The serpent hissed.
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