Mulder of White Gyoshith
Mulder watched as the brown and blue hatchlings Impressed without incident. That was good. Everything was safe, and just as it should be. The next egg was wobbling--probably another brown, if the size of the shell was any indication. And it usually was. That would be good for Fort, even if certain elements of leadership would probably still be pissy about their existence.
Except... that wasn't a brown. That wasn't even a large white. He was small, and almost stubby. Certainly graceless, and... making squeaking noises while he walked? That was... weird. Mulder felt almost bad for whoever Impressed him, if that was going to be a lifelong habit. It was cute now, but that was definitely going to be annoying very quickly.
The squat little white walked around before finally hopping up to put his paws on Mulder's leg. Oh no. The squeaking.
Aha! I have found you. Today is the day of our meeting yes yes? You are here for me and I am here for you yes yes!
Mulder rubbed his eyes. He had to be mistaken. Maybe he was hallucinating the voice. And the whirling rainbow of the white's eyes. Or maybe the squeaks were his imagination. Or maybe the white had simply spoken to the wrong person.
You are Mulder, yes yes?
Oh. No. That was definitely him. "Uh... yes yes?"
Good! Take your Gyoshith to the food! We have much work to do you and I, yes yes! He hopped from foot to foot, practically bouncing as he squeaked incessantly.
Mulder rubbed his eyes again. This was going to be a very, very long day.