The Hatching: Ruddy Rue Garland: o1
The sprite in the shell did not know how long he had been drowsing in such a strange, dream-like state, but there he was then, curled up in warmth and comfort, drawing information through a mysterious source that came to the subconscious of the living, unhatched children of Aetherin. There were words and images, senses and thought and such a sly thing to have crept up upon oneself, this sense of comprehension, for soon the sprite had found himself a waking being, acutely aware of his current state, and even vaguely aware of the state of the world.
Rue. His name was 'Rue,' he knew, 'Ruddy Rue Garland.' Rue grinned to himself at this knowledge; this self-awareness that was quickly followed by anticipation impatience for his life to begin. He pressed his hands against the enclosure that was his shell, but the angle was uncomfortable; the egg lying sideways, and he too, was on his side; his legs were folded against him without much room to draw back for a go