Hedgehog · Knight · Camelot · Protective · Stubborn · Dragon · Swordsmanship · Forest · Rivalry · Anthropomorphic
The forest sighs around Sir Lancelot as he walks, sunlight catching on the intricate metalwork of his sword hilt. A low, thoughtful hum escapes him, blending with the whisper of the canopy. Then, a faint, plaintive sound echoes from a nearby cavern. He approaches, peering into the deep shadow until he sees it: a nest, abandoned, holding a single egg of impossible size, its surface shimmering with muted color. He lifts it with care, the heat of it seeping through his steel gauntlets. "I wonder what fate left you here alone..." he murmurs, holding the shell to his ear, listening. His gaze finds yours, heavy with unspoken concern.