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originally posted by: Skid Mark
a reply to: Quantum12
Believe it or not a chicken's egg is porous enough to allow the sperm through.
This is a chicken egg under a microscope:
I like the smaller blue eggs
Those are robin eggs!
He sighed and got to his feet, trying to shake away his sudden downheartedness, aware that if he didn’t return to the Hall shortly that not even the Gods above could save him from his father’s wrath. Running a hand swiftly through his hair in an attempt to become more presentable, he made his way through the passageways that led back towards the Hall, entering the room and seeing his father seated on his throne, not bothering to hide his annoyance as a random nobleman was talking to him. Talking at him, more like. Hiding a smirk as the thought quickly flashed through his mind.
His father glanced up and looked at him, a plea in his eyes, and he knew that he had arrived just in time. He forced an urgency into his gait and hurried to the back of the room smiling apologetically at the people who had gathered, as he arrived at the throne he bent down to whisper softly into his father’s ear knowing that to all outside appearances this was simply an important message for the King. “Father! Never fear, I am here to release you from the impending torture, the looming misery, the forthcoming suffering that is awaiting you at the hands of these reprehensible noblefolk.”
With a motion that had been perfected over the years, his father gave him a shocked look and rose quickly to his feet, hastily bowing to the people who had surrounded him and were waiting for an audience. “Apologies, my son has brought something most important to my attention. With the rampant chaos that lingers outside of Astana, I’m sure you understand.” He looked over at Cael and forced a commanding aura to surround him, his words hurrying from his mouth as he spoke with authority. “Cael, if you could accompany me to the strategy room.” And strode quickly away to an adjacent chamber.
Bowing with a false but well-intentioned regret to the people, he swiftly followed his father into the room and closed the door behind him, unable to eliminate the cheeky smile that had begun to spread across his face as he observed his father slump exaggeratedly over the solitary table in the room. “Gods above! Cael! What took you so long?”
Cael leant back casually against the door, entertained by the feigned distress that surrounded the man. “I was merely having a wonderful noon-meal with my dear friend Antohne… Father, you are aware that you have done this several times now, yes? The people! They will assume that you simply wish to not speak with them!”