Tristan stopped so fast and so suddenly that he toppled forward and fell face first into a pile of recent grass cuttings. Not that he minded, since given the right circumstances he often smelled like grass cuttings himself. He scrambled to his feet, sending the cuttings flying in all directions, and tripped his way back over to where Eve was.
"What, what, what," he said, somewhat out of breath but, as always, just as wholly energetic. "Did you find one, lemme see, is it colorful, is it--EGG!!" He picked up the brightly colored pastel object, juggled it between his hands for a moment like a hot potato, before bringing it extremely close to his face for inspection. He then stuck it in a rather soft patch of grass and very gently sat himself down upon it.
"What kind of creature is it going to hatch!!"
"What, what, what," he said, somewhat out of breath but, as always, just as wholly energetic. "Did you find one, lemme see, is it colorful, is it--EGG!!" He picked up the brightly colored pastel object, juggled it between his hands for a moment like a hot potato, before bringing it extremely close to his face for inspection. He then stuck it in a rather soft patch of grass and very gently sat himself down upon it.
"What kind of creature is it going to hatch!!"