Feign looks down from the little curtained hammock ha made for himself in the upper part of his corner of the den.  Suddenly realizing what Jaku's shout was about, he tosses his journal onto the little shelf he made in the wall and jumps down excitedly.  Over the past year, Feign seems to have gotten a great deal more energetic and curious, his eyes regaining their previous golden gleam as the magic of the raven slowly returned to him.<br/><br/>Jaku and Tamara's egg-filled bellies have become a common sight by now, but today he could tell something is different.  If for no other reason than the slightly different smell about the two and the look on Jaku's face.<br/><br/>With an excited grin and an almost childlike curiousity, Feign looks between Tamara and Jaku, "Is it time?  finally time?"