old art, I am going through some sketchpads and scanning

A crumbling sound ran through the inside of the cave, wet earth that fell through gaps as the roof had softened by the latest storm and rain. Damp scent from the storm lurked through as one egg moved and fell into the partly softened earth in the cave, giving cracks along it hardened shell. Faint sounds from weeping and cries was blocked out from the thunder that continued to strike over the forest that had grown over the cave's roof. Minutes later a beak moved through the cracks, the head after and slowly the whole being, disoriented in the dark and startled cry at the next thunder as it rolled to the side, crushing the remains of the egg.

As the storm continued to go hard over the surface, one candle was lit inside the cave and hard hoofs moved over the dirt. Ears moving back and forth as trying to locate the small whimpers further in the cave system, sure on the foot and holding the glass box with the candle to lightened few steps infront of him. He was supposed to be alone in the mine, the others had gone back to the village as the cave was more dangerous under storms that passed the valley, softening the ground and earth moving quicker with the water that ran down from the mountain side. Moving quicker as he got closer to the sound and seeing the gap in the roof, sighing over the work it would need to make that part secure anew ... the small cried had gone silent and he spotted the white oddly shaped stones ... not stones? Eggshells!