The eggs were warm. Riley pushed them into the centre of the nest. They were alone here, waiting for the eggs’ mother to return.
They weren’t sure what these even were. The mother was some sort of bird. When her wings extended, rain began. When she stood on one foot, the clouds parted. When she called out, the mists would dissipate.
Aspects from many stories, all within one avian. Riley rested their back against an egg. They pulled out their phone. No battery. Like they would have a signal here anyway.
Well, hopefully when all was said and done, they would remember to document yet another strange creature in the world.