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Vespa nodded. "Maybe three and a half." He replied. He lied back down in the soft moss, his cloak draped limply over his self. His hand subconsiously rested at the base of the curve that was his abdomen. It was actually incredible that a storm could sustain itself for such a long period of time. He wondered if the kingdom's edge had the same weather cause as the City of Tears. Though it seemed like a reasonable explaination, it was debunked quickly when he remembered that there was no lake or land directly above the edge, and if there was, it would have been frozen solid.
A soft nudge took him out of his train of thought. Wait a minute. He pushed himself to a sitting position, feeling the eggs shift and move. "Holy shit." Vespa got up as quickly as he could, rushing over to Crim and placed her hand on his stomach.