The egg shifts a bit more, in reaction to the gentle taps. Then it become still again, only to shifts again minutes later. The tigress-naga inside stirrs some, shifting slowly, starting to push against the shell of the egg with her head and muzzle.<br/><br/>Which proves to be difficult: being trapped into an egg for over year, without being able to move much, if not at all, makes one quite cramped and weak. She can feel a presence outside, near or around her egg, and the warmness of that presence encourages her to keep pressing and pushing against the egg shell.<br/><br/>After what looks like a long and hard effort for Tam, the shell starts to give up. A small breach appears on the surface of the egg, then it goes biggr and bigger, until it is big enough for the new furred naga to push her head out.<br/><br/>She takes a deep breathe, cough some, expelling some fluids from her lungs, and lays there, panting, looking quite weak and exhausted, her head being the only part of her body sticking out of the egg. Some fluids leaks out of the egg as well, forming a small pool on the ground. Her head is entirely soaked with the egg's fluids, and her eyes are still closed, covered by fluids.