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└---❄ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ;----┘ the Khövsgöl region, northern Mongolia- - -
Serene warmth became startling cold that covered the speckled egg. Bursts of movement slightly rocking it with frost. With the new temperature of the egg's outside environment, the tiny beanlet within started to become glacial and numbed. The only thing it had left was instinctual, to hatch and hope crying would attract a source of warmth. Beeb pushed the hard shell away, his tiny muzzle and front foot now exposed to the world.75/750- - -
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"Come on, you grumpy grape!! Into the snow!"
Swift dragged her mate by the hand as she almost tripped over her snowshoes in a rush to explore the snow-laden forest.
"I promise it'll be fun!"
She grinned back at the purple bean, who grumbled an unheard response, secretly pleased that his wife was enjoying herself so much, even if it was so far away from warmth let alone home. Swift skipped clumsily through the snow banks, pausing behind a tree to grab a handful of snow to form into a ball. Biting her lip mischievously, she threw a snowball at Concord.
Her giggle at the look of surprise on his face was quickly drowned out by a face full of snow as he tossed a white crystal ball back in her direction. She looked back at his smug smirk, with a smirk of her own quickly replacing ┌---❄ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ;----┐
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"Oh, it's on!"
Her competitiveness always got the best of her, she thought, turning to go to the side of the clearing.
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Swift stops in her tracks after the first step to regard a small herd of caribou. She hesitated, taken back from the simple beauty standing mere feet from where she stood. Swift counted 7, including 3 fairly young calves. The sound of snow from under her boot had alert caribou, but those few adults whom returned Swift's stare, returned it with rapt curiosity of their own. The world had abruptly stopped, giving reasonably different creatures ability to pause and consider the other.
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Concord straightened, an arm loaded with snowballs. Still enwrapped with the game, he didn't realize his wife had stopped, throwing another snowball in Swift's direction without thought. The snow only didn't hit Swift, the snowball rather hitting a small evergreen tree a few feet away, and within inches of the caribou. Both creatures startled, suddenly aware of the rotation of the earth upon the sound of impact. The deer quickly moved, seeking serenity once more.
Swift turned slightly, inclined to scold Concord when she saw a child.
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Swift gasped, a note of worry in her voice called over her shoulder, "Concord!" as she started toward the small figure. Thoughts racing through her head, apprehensive of the reason for the caribou moving on without everyone, especially without one that was so young. Was there something Swift couldn't see that lead to the deer moving on without their child? Concord dropped everything, following his wife closely.
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Swift slowed at the edge of the clearing, going from large almost leaps to small precise steps. With Concord by her side, she crouched, inches from the lost caribou. The couple's ears peeked up in surprise as they heard a faint mew come from the calf.
Hushed, Swift voiced the shared question about the curiously forgotten creator.
"Concord, do baby deer cry like babies of our own?"
Swift glanced up at Concord's expression above her, a silent answer.
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Ignoring her husbands quiet requests to keep away, Swift gently started picking off pine needles and clumps of rock from the child, both her and Concord's expressions turning into ones of astonishment. The beanlet starting to mew repeatedly.
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"Concord?" she asked, not bothering to turn and look to her husband, her nose scrunched up in concern.
"What should we do with him? He can't just stay out here on his own, he'll freeze to death! And there's no clue where his parents are..."
Concord sat down next to his wife and looked toward her with a stone face, stubborn on the fact that the beanlet his wife had stumbled upon would not survive the night no matter what they were to do. It wasn't that he didn't want to help or didn't care, in fact, when he walked over to the worry of Swift's voice and saw the tiny thing, he froze but not from the cold. Concord was drawn to the baby but still stunned that the thing had even a heartbeat.
However, when he looked into his wife's eyes and saw such determined hope, his face softened and Concord looked down at the bean, who mustn't be more than hours old.
Swift stared down at the tiny little hatchling before hardening her resolve and picking it up, placing her tuque gently over top of it to warm it up. Almost like a tea cozy. She curved her arms around it to protect it from the wind.
"Concord?" she urged, as the small bundle in her arms still crying under the beanie.
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Concord stood, offering his hand. He looked towards the clear spring sky, trying to assess the time they had left before it was dangerous to be out on the trails. Swift smiled a bit, shifting the bean so she could properly stand with her husband's help. Concord took his hat off and placed it snuggly on Swift's declaring it was time to go home. It was no use in fighting over what to do with the child, besides, the beanlet whom had thankfully quieted had already made refuge in both hearts.
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