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| | The Hatching of Gold Erith and Bronze Zyanth's Clutch |
 | | Her attention focuses in on her spot on the sands soon, however, as she quickly makes her way to stand with the others, or moreso, the girls, which appear to be clumped near the gold egg. |
 | | Erith stirs, lifting herself higher now, and she peers into the midst of the eggs, anticipation making her shiver, like sails on a boat at sea, teased by the wind, gilded by the sun. |
 | | Erith bugles, but Zyanth overrides it with his trademark clarion call, full and brassy, ringing out over the bowl in concern and exaltation both. |
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