The egg shining in the spotlight, sitting on the velvet pillow on a small table. The moonlight shone into my the room through the window behind me. All was quiet, peaceful, and nothing was there to interrupt the making of our strong bonds, one thread at a time weaving through my mind and the infant that lay within the egg. I looked at the egg with longing eyes and pictured the two of us, the majestic old green ezahni which has stood by me from the day it was born,  flipping through faded pictures of his first moments, parties, and that time would be exactly like this one. I looked at the clock. Only half a minute had gone. The egg sat still and quiet, unlike the other eggs I have hatched which show signs of life even before they are ready to be hatched. What if this egg was dormant? I thought, frightened thoughts overflowed as I thought about the innocent ezahni, dead and cold, even before he could see the moon, the sky, the earth, the world. I buried my face in my hands and breathed deeply, I had to get these horrendous thoughts out of my mind. What was I thinking?

I calmed down and carressed the egg like how a mother strokes her baby's cheeks, lovingly, tenderly, at that moment i felt nothing could tear us apart. The egg jolted, giving me a fright, a fright which turned into joy soon after, when a pair of huge amber eyes interlocked with mine. Sitting bewildered, it trembled in the cold wind, it's wet, reddish black mane sticking to her fur. I took her into my arms and held him close to my chest, her heart beating against mine, in unison, together as one. The bond we had forged just a matter of seconds ago turned into reality. I looked down at the baby, which had so quickly drifted off to sleep, exhausted from hatching out of it's egg. I reached for the velvet pillow, removed the broken egg shell and placed the baby black ezahni gently onto the pillow, careful not to wake him up. I opened the drawer and fished out a golden collar, the one i had been saving for so long. Saving for my chosen one.

Line by line I exerted much strength to carve her name deep into the shining solid gold. And there was the collar, so carefully and lovingly etched into a once empty and plain golden collar. The buckle snapped open, and i lifted her head and clicked the collar on as softly as possible. I smiled, and whispered, "what a beautiful baby" to myself. I lifted her off the velvet pillow and tucked her into my bed, under the soft, warm quilt, hand-knitted by my mother. She slept so soundly, so peacefully, her chest moving up and down gently, her mane no longer wet and soft like fine threads of silk. Tears welled up in my eyes, glad that the little baby had made it into this world alive, and this little baby i will bring with me and share my happiest memories with. I stroked her head tenderly, lovingly, and whispered goodnight, before dragging an old mattress out onto the floor to sleep, not wanting to disturb her first dreams.

The moonlight shone into the room in a straight ray, splashing her collar with pure moonlight. "Natari," i read, "Natari"