That’s a good question. Shura has a terrible answer.

“You don’t approve, huh?” She doesn’t blame him. In retrospect, she doesn’t know if she should have taken it. Shura sits down at the table, arms crossed over her chest.

“I picked it up because I thought it was somethin’ else. I knew it was magic, but it was right on the side of the road and then put it up. I didn’t know what it was until she hatched, honestly.”