Where do the rest of the Amentans live?

Cities! Here's the one their kids live in.

...There's high places, at least? How do you even tell where anything is?

What sorts of things?

Where do you get water? There's no streams. Where do you hunt?

There are pipes that carry water, hot and cold, inside to various things like sinks and washing machines. Amentans don't hunt much. They get groceries delivered or go to restaurants.

The egg-lings were told that they must kill and eat things when they're hungry, or they will die. That's the First Law. If Amentans do it differently that's probably fine though.

Amentans eat meat but most of them aren't specialized in turning it into food. They like their food more prepared than Draak seem to. If an egg goes home with them, they can get the Draak in it a hunting license to go after deer and squirrels once it's hatched, if it would rather not eat grocery delivery meat, but they hear some Draak like grocery delivery meat fine.

(The parents are slightly ruffled. Hunting license? What.)

It would be reckless to go after deer right away. The wiggly egg might not let that stop her, though!

The calmer one is wondering just how many Laws there are. They only know the First Three Laws so far: You have to eat. You have to make eggs someday. You should seek Treasure.

...the Amentans think making eggs and seeking treasure could be optional. And separately Amseli's surprised the parents don't like the hunting license idea, do they want the deer to go extinct from overhunting?

(It makes sense since the land is government-owned... It was just a bit surprising.)

...The eggs don't think making eggs someday and seeking Treasure are optional. They can feel it already when thinking about themselves. The idea of shiny things is nice. The idea of having descendants someday is nice. "Someday" doesn't have any particular urgency about it, though.

If they want eggs and treasure nobody is trying to tell them not to want those but having a law seems weird. A law that you have to eat is weird too but at least eating is obviously necessary. The eggs might want to know that by the time someday rolls around there may be population laws applying to Draak on Amenta.

...Oh! The First Three Laws are things about being alive, not things that someone else says they can or can't do!

Well... they still need to plan to cope with population laws but shouldn't have trouble earning money since they can acquire scarce in-demand skills.

They haven't even hatched yet. So many things they can't even imagine will happen between now and when they have to think about that.

Of course. They don't mean to be intimidating.

The idea of hatching, existing in the big complicated world, is intimidating. The wiggly egg is more excited than anxious, but the other one is the opposite.

These eggs liked seeing that mountainous forest! They'd like to see more plants and landscapes and things and to learn about them.

The greens will obligingly think about those things. The mycologist's mostly have mushrooms.

They seem tired of trying to think about complicated things and reflect wordless happy curiosity back at the greens!

Awwwwww.

And eventually they fall asleep again.

The next time they're awake there will be more people there to meet them. There's a V-marriage of three purples who live and work on a fruit orchard full of bees, a retired blue couple with a big country estate where some ruminants graze but there's not a lot of development, an author and a painter who live with the painter's extended family as far north as Tapa gets in some barely seasonable boreal forest, some retired greys who live in farm country, and more in this vein. Lots of choices for the eggs.

They're really torn! The national park seems best to both (the calm egg likes the two greens, and the wiggly egg likes the landscape and nature) but they don't want to both go to the same place, and they bicker about it. The wiggly egg also likes the author and painter, and the calm egg also likes the blues with their estate and the purples with their orchard, as second choices.

Maybe if enough people come by one of them will prefer them to the national park. Failing that they can let the parents pick which egg gets the preferred option.

Their parents have a bit of a debate over it themselves, and then decide that the calm one has a better chance of doing well in a non-national park place.

The calm egg is calm about his disappointment even as his sister wiggles in delight. He wants to know what the blues with their estate and the purples with their orchard think being a hatchling with them would be like before deciding.