Three Eggs, One New Elder, and Two Deaths in Albia

It was no surprise that Ranulf became an elder at just about 8 hours old: He’s been the busiest Norn in Albia! He actually didn’t look extremely old. The white hairs gave him somewhat of an ethereal look. I loved how well he continued to take care of himself. Although I sometimes had to remind him to take a bite out of a carrot or lemon, he often took the initiative himself. Hopefully this tendency will pass on to the majority of his brood! There certainly were enough to inherit something positive. Ranulf still had a lot of life left in him.

Sadly, I watched Valborg pass away before my very eyes. He had become a terrible eater, and I was in the midst of trying to coax him into eating a lemon when he collapsed. I felt pretty guilty, since I had given him a couple of slaps in the hopes that he would get the message. I used this method very sparingly, but it seemed to work. Poor Valborg. He only lived to 9 hours and 55 minutes, which was on the lower side of the average life expectancy. Five eggs owe their existence to him, and will allow him to live on. I shall greatly miss him, as I imagine many others will.

Kari offered up some hope by laying her egg and looking as cute as a button. She stared at the emerald egg for a little while, and looked like she wanted to carry it around with her! Many of the females had simply laid their eggs and left them, which is a common occurrence in Creatures 1. It was adorable to see a mother take a little interest in the egg she had just laid. I can imagine the curiosity: It had pretty much appeared out of nowhere! Kari soon left the egg, as almost every Norn mother does. She was much happier than she had been after the death of Signe. Her adventurous spirit had also returned: She nimbly moved from the desert island all the way back to the garden! It was wonderful to see Kari back in the land of the living.

I was also surprised to see a Norn traveling over to the settlement, which had remained untouched for many hours. Folkvar had a wonderful time eating from some honeypots and exploring. His adventure was cut short when he laid down for a moment and passed away at 10 hours and 46 minutes. He had solidified his future with five eggs from four different females. Folkvar was a fairly quiet Norn, yet his memory will ring loud and true throughout the generations. Take care, old friend, and may you rest in peace.

Death was being beaten down by Ranulf, who continued to kiss pop like a maniac! He found Ingelill near the incubator, and yet another egg was soon on its way. I laughed at the way they posed together, and how Ranulf expressed some odd desire to “drop Norn.” Was he telling Ingelill to lay her egg already? It was rather a humorous scene! I was a little worried about whether the egg would be laid: Ingelill was approaching eleven hours already. Ranulf had done enough, too: I hoped he decided to retire soon.

Nordis was the last of the living Norns, and she strolled back to the garden in style. She looked like she was about ready to stomp out the weed! She had a little surprise to share, courtesy of the stealthy Ranulf camouflaged near the feverfew herb. The egg count would soon be up to thirty if this Forest Norn kept up his fertility! I had already stopped attempting to bring fertile Norns together, yet Ranulf had his own ideas. The second generation certainly will not be lacking when it comes to Forest Norn genes!