Duskfire Glacier stir fry

As if reading her mind, Mirabelle turns and picks up her own egg for instruction. Eyes study the woman, noting the jerk of her mouth as she cracks the egg, and then sets it on the ground between them. As soon as the sweet smell touches her mouth, drool drips to the ground. An excited glance shoots between the woman and the ground, slowly inching forward to sniff at it. Her motivations change, dropping her egg to the ground (which surprisingly doesn’t crack) to lap at the other one. Carefully, she puts her teeth on either side and crunches the already broken shell. It leaves a weird taste and texture in her mouth that she tries to lap out but zeroes in on the yolk captured in one cup.