Cassy was sporting more than just a shock of white hair when I checked on her. Her whole head was topped with silvery strands.
She lounged on the beach with her friend Grub and was taking better care of herself by eating nearby Parsnips. Meanwhile, all of the males were at the lowest level of the island having some kind of nornish mosh pit! How strange!
Peony made her way to the bee hives and started playing with them, only to find that she felt painful stings instead of delicious honey. Bored with that, she started playing with the bees themselves. Oh my.
Meanwhile, everyone else crowded at the island. It was always frustrating to watch the norns huddle around, especially when there was no food at the lower levels. More frustrating was when there was and no one ate it! The grendel, Grub, actually did a much better job caring for himself.
Head still pounding, I used the lift to carry all but Danny to the ground level of the island. I tried to separate them all, but even Mallory made her way here, via the sub.
This meant, thankfully, that Bobby was surrounded by friends when he passed away at 12 hours, 21 minutes old. Quite old for a norn!
He also seems to have passed away in comfort, listening to the sounds of the ocean under the shade of an umbrella, probably enjoying the ocean breeze, too.
With his passing, I saw fit to add another norn. With no babies left to import, I could finally hatch an egg.
This new little girl is named Tabby. She bears a strong resemblance to her mother Lydia. David is her father. I stayed with her for a while and enjoyed the relative quiet. One baby norn crawling after me is much more peaceful than a cacophony of adult norns slapping and kissing and talking. Speaking of the mob…
Mallory is pregnant! It was starting to seem like the ladies got pregnant as soon as they could! I managed to pull her away from the crowd long enough to get a picture and even still, some chatty norn had to butt in. Oh well.
She soon laid her egg and it was stored with the others, below the garden. This put our egg count back up to 5. Tabby joined the other norns at the island at the ripe old age of 17 minutes old. I already knew I’d lost her to the mob and settled in for another day of squeaking norns, slaps, kisses and complaints.
