New Workspace
'So are you gonna come with me or...' Osho let the question hang as he watched Gale zip through the sky without end, the massive attack he unleashed a few minutes prior seeming to cause no strain on him as he just continued to fly to his heart's content.
'Nah. You can go ahead. I'll be here for a while.' Gale replied immediately, his bristle at being able to fly freely palpable.
Osho smiled.
'Alright. Just don't tire yourself out.' He shook his head and Gale just hummed, clearly intending to tire himself out.
Deciding not to dally, Osho left the habitat and briefly returned to the living room where the egg he got still sat on his sofa. Its surface was dark brown, reminiscent of dirt, and it looked more like a rock with a vague oval shape than an egg, but the ribbons, cracked or not, didn't lie.
As for what Osho wanted to do?
