[Somewhere, in a room with walls saturated with months' worth of protective magic designed to make sure no one but the egg's three caretakers could get in or out, (given the nature of Malicant, Sabriel felt such paranoia was entirely justified), Sabriel looks up from her reading as she felt her connection to the egg twitch- and then gasped as she saw cracks begin to spread over the shell.]
Turtle Hatching! (open to Chekov and Leonardo)