Inside the egg, Kellus can feel his form growing nearer and nearer to its final shape.  The room inside the egg is rapidly running out, as well, now that it is becoming thicker and less flexible.  Kellus is still being assaulted by feelings from outside the egg however, especially now that Jaku's emotions are becoming more and more potent.  Up until now, however, they have been lost on him as his conscious mind has withdrawn further and further, concentrating on completing his transformation.<br/><br/>With a start, Kellus wakes from his pseudo-sleep, for the moment content to remain motionless inside the egg.  He feel different, strange sensations that he's never experienced before, and realizes that he must be feeling his new, elongated body for the first time.  The implication that his change is thus complete dawns on him, and while he can't see anything in the darkness, the feeling of his lower body flexing instinctively against the eggshell makes him pause as he tries to process the new sensory input.  Reaching out with his watercrafting, he almost gasps when he is bombarded with emotions from those near the egg; the feelings are much more intense than they had ever been before, and Kellus wonders if his transformation had somehow amplified his abilities.<br/><br/>His perception shifts, then, and suddenly the walls of the egg seem much more confining.  Although it isn't claustrophobic, he is acutely aware of how much of him is packed into so small an area, and the feeling is less than comfortable.  Twisting around inside, he began to strain against the shell, rocking it slightly.  Suddenly, there's a snapping noise as small cracks begin to form in the egg.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Lying near Jaku and Arkain, Azlant is starting to feel the strain that the constant crafting is starting to put on his system, especially with Kellus still inside Jaku somewhere.  His head whips around as the doorway to the warehouse opens up, though, and he carefully flits over behind Jaku, landing on her shoulders again.  "Good to see everything worked out, but we have visitors.  The otters are starting to come inside, and my veil won't help us if they walk through it."  As he speaks, his natural luminosity dims again, barely showing as a series of slightly-glowing lines and leaving them in relative darkness.