Hatched you myself

I tread carefully through the forest, my eyes scanning every leaf and vine for something new, something that might give me a lead. Most of the plants I've come across here are familiar, the kind that I've already meticulously cataloged in Noelle's journal. It's starting to feel like another wasted effort when I finally relent and head back toward my horse, ready to move on. But just as I'm about to swing myself into the saddle, something catches my eye—something peculiar.