Lupiareia the Tasma

"C'mon Bell, just a little longer." I plead as I clamber over a pile of rocks and gaze at the small cluster of eggs on the other side. I pretend not to see the Obarn's great onyx eyes roll. We've been searching on and off for weeks, looking for the elusive green egg that everyone covets so. Something catches my eye, bright colors. My heart beat quickens, and without thinking I reach down and grab the egg, claiming it as mine. What I see is no Mo, but is still beautiful. Lupia-ray-a..