Submission (#329) Approved

Art is for Prompt #1 (Using #207 Charlie from Voltlund Coast), writing is just there for fun, both are by me.

Charlie's persistent yammering may have seemed bizarre to some, but to her and her newfound friend, it was an entire conversation, even if she had to play both parties. The blue skies above were speckled with seagulls and the frequent puffy white cloud. Their faint caws and screeches were one of Charlie's favorite sounds, though it was too faint for the egg to hear, drowned out as they were by her ceaseless talking. She'd babbled on about so many things in the past hour that not even the most sure-memoried soul could keep track in their scrolls. The weather, her home "which I will show you when we go there", the town, the town's people, the beach, swimming and how amazing it was, water, water, more water, the list went on and on. Her hooves fiddled with a piece of trash that she'd pulled from the ocean beforehand, eyes turned to the brilliant sky above as waves washed up gently on the sandy shores below. The hillock was soft, comfortable and covered in cool grass that tickled her stomach and tail. The egg remained silent, a passive observer, though that didn't seem to bug Charlie in the slightest.

She was a talker and the egg was there to listen.