As I prepare to reset the glitchy, food deprived world, I decide to hatch the last four eggs that were languishing in the Hatchery. It seemed as though all of Albia was waiting on pins and needles, as the green egg warmed in the Incubator... I'd had a bout of bad luck with still births in experiences previous, and I was a mite nervous, despite the smashing success with Sally and Andy. The Incubator opened with the familiar sound of a Norn birth, and I was immediately greeted by the smiling, fluffy haired face of a beautiful Purple Mountain Norn boy, Wesley!
Little Wesley passed up the opportunity for cheese and honey, but all the same, I was delighted as I watched the little dear make his way to the nearest toy. Enamored by its silly sounds, he watched the Flibberty-gibbet go up and down many times. He probably would have stayed and played with that toy for quite some time, but alas, the world had to be fixed so he had to be exported so I could reset the world. He said goodbye and joined Sally and Andy in the Norns folder.
But there were still three more eggs to be hatched and named, so I couldn't fix the world just yet. I popped another egg in the Incubator. Again, waiting with baited breath, I fix my gaze on the shiny blue egg as it crackles open. Another boy, this time a Pixie Norn, takes his first steps into the world. I quickly register the birth and export the little guy. Poor Bert, he barely had time to glance at the food before him as I whisked him away!
Two down, two to go, with only two little girls left for hatching. I thought back to when I first tried hatching Norns after not playing for so long; the little PMN girl who left the world as soon as she arrived, and the feeling of dread trickled back... The sound of a happy coo broke my stupor, as the newest baby, Lucille, made her presence known to all of Albia. Somehow, she had the arms and legs of a Banana Norn; the sweet brown color contrasting with the usual orange-ish Pixie fur. My heart lurched a bit as she seemed unable to move, but hope was restored as she ran to the Flibberty-gibbet and watched it spring up, evidently disappointed that I chose to export her at that very moment!
I placed the last of the eggs, the fiery red one, into the incubator and listened to the nostalgic hum. The bright green eyes of a Chocolate Norn peeked out, grinning as she tapped her little foot at me. It appears that she too has mismatched limbs, with the arms of a Pixie Norn. I named her Trudy, as the name Gertrud means "spear of strength". While her sweet smile and perky blonde hair give her the essence of demure beauty, her toe-tapping grin tells me otherwise!
As I watched her crawl about, my mind drifted back to my dear Lucy and Emmit, who tragically starved to death in the peak of their adult lives. I tried to save them, but it was no use, they simply refused to eat... However, the thought was short lived. Trudy also went straight for that toy, babbling with delight as she played, reminding me that I had to export her! She gazed longingly at the Flibberty-gibbet as she too was whisked away to join the others.
It brings me such delight to see these new babies, all eager to live and explore around Albia. I imagine it won't be long before they have their own little Nornlings running around the world! The next generation of Norns has begun. With the delights of new life, there's a bright future for Albia!
The time has come to start up a new Norn community in my Albia, to commemorate the opening of this blog. There hasn't been a stable Norn population in my world for quite some time, so here I will start anew. The area is nearly prepped for the new arrivals, but I will unleash the Nornlings anyway. Change is in the air, and with it comes new life, a new generation of Norns to live their lives to the fullest.
Andy, my second Norn, has also been learning his words. He is a quick learner, though he's often distracted. He believes that the bouncing of a ball is much more important. He's decided to venture down to the incubator to adventure around. He and Sally haven't had any contact yet, but it's only a matter of time! I imagine he won't be too happy when I bring the lift back up to teach him the rest of his words. He certainly loves to play, but he doesn't seem inclined to eat, despite his increasing hunger. Silly Andy, food is good for you! With a bit of hope, some of Sally's eating habits might rub off on him.