[VIDEO] 📷 UN: quicksilver80

[photoshooter]

Look!

[Without further preamble, Prompto holds his phone camera back to show what he's got cradled in the crook of his other arm: an egg that looks bigger than a chicken itself, so he for sure didn't get it from inside the station.]

It's a chocobo egg! Chocobo, I just know it! And I did the trick with the shell and the light and there's a baby inside, it's alive!

[He sets the phone down standing up and hugs the egg carefully and happily to his chest, grinning fit to split his face.]

I'm gonna be the best. Chocomom. Ever! I gotta introduce them to the girls downstairs, catch me there if you wanna say hi to baby in person!

[And for those who prefer more action-based interaction, Prompto will, in fact, be in the floor 2 chicken room, his egg held protectively in his lap with an arm always around it while he feeds and chatters to the chickens.

He's also taped a note to the chicken room door:]

ADOPT A CHICKEN!

Chickens are cute and don't grow very big, unlike basilisks and cockatrices. We lay the eggs you eat for breakfast and cook with! So please don't think about cooking us! We love you! Give us names and love us, too!

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Comments

[photoshooter]

Uhhhh. If you say so. I think it's more like, you know, its crib.

[The juxtaposition of eggs and forges is an uncomfortable one. Something so delicate and vulnerable doesn't belong with all that fire and hammering and noise.]

It's a living creature, you know? Not a... a spore.

[newlawtolight]

Crib, forge, it is the same. It is the place where what it will be, and everything it might be, will come to be.

[She turns to face him.]

That is what they call the beginning for a soul, when it is first created. Like a spore, it may settle, and when it does, bloom into almost anything.

[photoshooter]

[Prompto's frowning as he tries to parse what she's telling him.]

That makes it sound like souls aren't something that, like, come from inside. Like they float around and attach to things.

[newlawtolight]

That isn't too far from the truth where I come from, you know.

[She looks bemused.]

It is the body that comes long after the soul. From one place all souls emerge, and when it gets to where its meant to go, it will eventually turn into what its meant to be in the body. Each according to its place - no more, no less.

That isn't how it is where you come from?

[photoshooter]

I... I don't really know.

[He finally glances down and away from her, scratching the back of his head.]

I guess I never really got sat down to learn about, like, souls and spirituality and stuff. ...And I don't know how much what I would've been taught would be accurate to how it works, anyway. Our religion seems to have a lot of stuff wrong.

[newlawtolight]

Oh, I can understand that. Among so many other things, humans back home had this dreadful idea of how someone like me should look. Horns and tails and pitchforks! And ridiculous notions of what happens when one dies for good, along with water turning into wine with the snap of the fingers.

[She folds her arms.]

The Far Country is hardly full of fat babies tooting trumpets, for one.

[photoshooter]

...I literally have no idea what you're talking about.

[Not all human planets share Judeo-Christian-Muslim imagery, and that's okay!]

[newlawtolight]

It's a good thing you don't. Ah, the Far Country is...well, I've holidayed there, but staying there forever? I couldn't.

[Staying forever meant, well, dying for real.]

[photoshooter]

What is it, exactly? ...Why do people think it's full of fat babies?

[He's so confused.]