The Flame-Mane mare, filled with intense motherly love, gave birth to the little one she had carried for over 300 days. As an excellent breed of warhorse cultivated in East Gorge, she was quite intelligent and spirited.
But she didn't see a cute little foal snuggling up to her. Instead, she saw an egg.
Her happiness was shattered.
Perhaps recalling the traumatic experience of being forced upon by a monster, she sent the egg flying with a kick of her hoof.
Hearing that the egg had been kicked away, Leech searched frantically. Thankfully, he found it in a pile of hay.
The egg hadn't been shattered.
Leech picked up the Horse-headed Eagle Egg. It was about the size of an ostrich egg.
The Groom hadn't dared to mention the egg earlier, likely because a mare laying an egg was so bizarre he feared punishment from his lord. He had no idea that Leech had been waiting for this very egg.
