Doug settled wearily into his coffin. What. A. Day. If the spirit was a muscle, his felt like it had been stuck in a charlie horse for hours. Was it possible for your soul to cramp?
He reached over to his Notestrider and inserted a cassette of soothing banshee lullabies.
"Scree-EEEE-eee AI-AIIIIA ooOOo..."
While Scarlet Moonblood's dulcet screeches played in the background, Doug shifted to find the most comfortable position with his egg. With Halikath. His darling gargoyle daughter. His precious little nightmare-
{cringe}
It was a sensation more than a thought. The sudden unassailable knowledge that... Halikath was embarrassed. Embarrassed in that way unique to a parent-child relationship.
"Good," he said. "That's as it should be."
Doug shifted Halikath's egg to the end of the coffin. He rested his head on it like a pillow, but immediately felt an unpleasant buzzing at the base of his skull. Psychic feedback?
"...waaaaa-HHAAA yee SCREEE-AAaaaah..."
He tried curling around the egg like he had earlier, but something about it felt...
{smothering}
... smothering.
"...KAU-KA-KAUUUUA yeeee-ee-ee-ee..."
"Yeeee-ee-ee-ee," hummed Doug.
Finally he settled Halikath behind his knees, and - feeling no complaint from her - he settled down for a little rest. A catnap, Kendry would call it.
To his surprise, Doug could swear he felt a weight on his hip. It was just as though a young gargoyle were resting her head there, but when he turned he only saw the familiar blue and silver egg. With a sigh he lay back down. The phantom weight returned, and just as he drifted off to sleep he felt-
{papa}