(Okay.)(Yes.)
Flower snoozed on her nest. Her nest was lined with her own fluffy white feathers, as well as Eerie's gray ones. The eggs moved from time to time now, rocking in their soft nest. She was worried about the littlest one. So, so small and silver-pale, it didn't move much. She clucked to it, her sweet voice twirling in melodies of hope for the little life inside that teeny egg.