[Gift] Egg story

A quiet, calm place. It lies in the protection of green soft grass, gleaming with blue tints, warmed by the rays of the spring sun, that breakes through the foliage. Near It, in like couple of steps away, a wild search took place, but the loneliness of his clearing had not been disturbed by anybody's presence for a long time. There is only This Egg and the atmosphere surrounding it, like a bubble, pushing away the attention of prying eyes.
Although many tried to squeeze in here - the gray scarfox ran nimbly between the trees, peering into secret nooks and crannies, lifting bushes, as if he clearly knew the places searches in which would lead him to success. The sounds of footsteps could be heard very close to It, but the scarfox, as if someone was taking him away from the clearing, stubbornly did not notice the egg lying next to him, covered with greenery.
However, the persistence of the gray - Morder - bore fruit and now he is already a couple of steps away from It, but this does not prevent his gaze from passing by a rounded object, shining brightly in the sun's rays.
-Yeah! Found it! - Scarfox lowered his arms and torso to the ground, fumbling in the bushes, trying to gently fish out the next egg he found - Red, there is no such color in the nest yet! - The beast fizzed gladly, throwing off the sticky leaves that stuck on its prey. For It, alone in a clearing in the forest, silence fell again. Taking away another award for his work, Morder quickly walked away from the blue egg, almost hopping, ready to put egg down in the nest which he made all by himself while search goes. It was located far from the trees, in a meadow, successfully hidden among the tall grass, and all the eggs lay in a small hole, lined with dried greens and weeds. There was no need for this - no one told that eggs were more than an object for searching, and the scarfox himself did not feel that life glimmered in them, especially while being carried away and driven by the hunter's own instincts. While others couldn’t find more of than three eggs, the striped one had already collected a whole basket, which he was happy about, even if at the beginning of the game he grumbled displeased and peculiar to him. In the beginning, everything seemed empty and weird - who invented this, and the most importantly - why? But the feeling of being victorious over the others made him feel better.
Carefully approaching the nest, turning around to make sure that no strangers were looking out for its secret corner, scarfox dived into the tall grass, carefully laying the found egg on top of the rest. When he was sure that the structure does not collapse and the prey lies without the risk of breaking, Morder, bending over, crawled a little further, coming out of the grass in a completely different place. But such a conspiracy didn’t help, had only he moved away from the nest a couple of steps, as the scarfox stopped, twitching, hearing a barely perceptible rustling not far from him. He did not have to turn around, he already realized that he had lost his vigilance. Immediately in a couple of jumps he reached the former point at the nest, preparing to punish the intruder. But to his own surprise, there was no one near the hole in the ground, just as there were no eggs in it. The rustling briskly went to the side, farther and farther from the striped, accompanied by a growing hiss, eventually turning into a holding back giggle. At first, taken aback by such impudence, Morder rushed after, very quickly catching up with the hiding thief, but as soon as the distance between them was equal to a couple of jumps, the speed of the dirty trickster increased. He himself, exploding with laughter, finally emerged from the tall grass, rising to his full height, made the run in the direction of a meadow with flowers, pushed in the back by a favourable breeze.
- Share with goodies, kitty! - Quetzalcoatl's voice echoed over the field, forcing "kitty" to stumble, because of which the distance between him and the tricky skarfox increased.
- Do you have a death wish?! - And it is not clear what hurts the pride of the gray more - this nickname or the empty nest. Yet in the beginning, Morder still tried to keep a cool head. Nevertheless, he still prioritized correctly - Return the eggs, thief!
- Why suddenly a thief? I bring benefits to others! - Even somehow offended Quetzal answered while paused a little, then ran out into the meadow, shaked the eggs in his wide hands, placing them more comfortably on top of each other, but one that was about to fell out of his grip caused an almost girlish squeal from Morder, which he safely kept inside.
- Careful, you’ll break them!
A short pause in Quetzal's run allowed the gray to quickly overtake him, with the last jump almost knocking the thief to the ground, but he took a careful step back, waltzing with his partners in his hands, gently turning around, then immediately retreating to the side, at the same time saying.
- Well, actually, it was not me who left them in the cold alone and without care. - And having jumped a couple more times, he stamped his foot, completing the step - I will distribute them to the world, to those who will look out and care for them. - But since the thief did not show any more attempts to escape, Morder ducked slightly, preparing to continue the pursuit at any moment, nevertheless letting the victim lose vigilance and talk himself away.
-You are annoying! These are just eggs, there is nothing in them except all the egg liquids inherent all other eggs. And the main thing is that they are mine, I found them and it is not for you to decide their fate! - But in response he received only a strange clatter and chirping from a colorful scarfox.
-You are mistaken, you get from them what you put in them. - Morder was about to snap his teeth at another meager and incomprehensible phrase, but was distracted by a sudden laugh coming from somewhere from the side. They were not alone in the meadow - there were more scarfoxes, which were not driven by excitement and they decided not to take part in the game, preferring rest to such childishness, from that there were enough observers for the situation, as well as those who were not interested in the hype. However, the fact that their situation would make someone laugh was not the most expected. Of course, the thief behaves like he was out of this world, but in the situation itself it would be worth helping to put him in his place, but not laugh...
Another scarfox, painted with bizarre patterns, just sat in the grass, bored, until a couple of screamers clung to them in the meadow. Aril, and the one sitting next to him, even calmer, as if the surrounding did not care at all, Madara, watched the scene for a while, but if the fox-like doll did not find all this interesting, then Aril did not hesitate to demonstrate the full range of emotions that a couple aroused in him and sat with an openly satisfied expression on his face. Morder's displeased look only strengthened the stretching lip, causing another stinging giggle.
- Why are you laughing? ...
- Birds are singing, flowers are blooming, a wonderful day, why?
- Nothing, laugh somewhere else. - And noticing that the thief had already taken advantage of Morder’s distraction and decided to leave on the sly, put his hand forward - Stay where you are, I am not done with you! - Then he finally snapped his teeth out of anger, since in response the scarfox only wagged his cheeks, followed by prudently making a couple of large steps forward, increasing the distance. But he stopped there, observing with undisguised interest whether the chase would continue, apparently Quetzal had already begun to give some kind of separate pleasure because of it. And the same desire to continue the game of catch-up grew in Morder, he endured, but at any moment was ready to break. All the same, this whole search for eggs was not initially more than just a game, many scarfoxes, on the contrary, were looking for them together, rejoicing at the very opportunity to have fun, than bragging about the amount of found. Morder's lonely nature deprived him of such an opportunity, and from that it was possible to enjoy exclusively his own superiority instead of teamwork or cheerful dialogues.
- Why such a sour mine? - Aril, while asked a question, tilted his head to one side, continued to show a friendly look, although he did not deprive himself of the opportunity to laugh. - Someone took your toys?
It would be best to ignore the invocations from both sides, but this option clearly did not suit the gray. Then he twitched, suddenly for himself, but not without reason. The voice that followed clearly pulled Morder out of the childish environment, as it was too calm and to some extent inspired confidence. Madara, the scarfox that was sitting not far from Aril, spoke in that confident but calm voice, which is usually used to calm an unquiet child.
- You won't get what you want if you keep chasing someone. - Let it sounded without a bit of aggression, but Morder found something annoying in this. He's definitely not a kid who needs guidance.
- What?
- I'm not talking about him - And the phrase was followed by a nod at the still grimacing Quetzal. - If you keep running in the hope of defeating someone, you will not reach the very essence of all this quest.
- You are not trying to reveal to me the deep meaning in the game with eggs, do you?
- Oh yes, the deep meaning ... - And resting his head with his hand, he barely opened his mouth, showing a more familiar facial expression - Let's just say, I advise you not to waste time here and continue searching from where you recently returned.
- Why would I listen to you?
- I know much more than you might think.
When he heared this, the gray scarfox even chuckled, slowly and importantly crossing both arms in front of him.
-Oh really?
- Him - And when nodded in the direction where Quetzal stood not so long ago, Madara continued - You will not catch him up. In any case, not before he will crash with all the eggs, breaking every single one. - And observing the skeptical nod from the kitty, he continued more slowly. - I also know that you hummed to yourself while you were keen on searching. - Even though Morder didn’t show that this somehow influenced his decision, he paused for a second before answering, thinking about what he had heard.
- Figured it all by yourself or someone suggested? - the voice was filled with sarcasm.
- What was there in that lullaby? Something about a dream, the sky ... - But following the changing expression on the face of the gray scarfox Madara stopped, then he grinned quietly.
- Damn you, don’t continue. - But the fox just stretched out his hand somewhere to the side, tilting a dried log lying next to it, from which something jumped out with a clatter right into the soft tissue of the palm. After a moment of confusion, Morder realized that it was one of the eggs hidden here in the valley. So the sudden finding of something like that, even without looking at the area, surprised him, but the scarfox still tried to keep his face more or less calm, which did not work out very well. So, snarling “freaking wizard” under his breath, the gray just went back into the forest, although he did not understand what he was counting on, having believed in some tricks from a stranger.
Nevertheless, Aril and Quetzal, who were watching what was happening, were more than surprised. Quetzal because of that all the most interesting things ended so quickly, from which he deliberately sighed rather loudly. And Aril, before reacting, waited for Morder to move away, uncertainly asking the neighbour sitting next to him.
-And how did you know all this?
- Know what?
- Well, about a lullaby and an egg ...
- Oh, c’mon I was bluffing, I called the first thing that comes to mind. - And after sustaining a short pause, the scarfox moved his muzzle to the sky. - And I hid the egg there for a long time ago...
By that time, the gray had already moved far enough from the meadow, returning to the trees and the edge of the forest, but even so he turned around, hearing a sudden loud laugh somewhere behind him. Nevertheless, Fox did not try to understand its cause, but the screams motivated him to quickly continue the search, trying to distract himself and not think about what happened. Morder coped well with this task, if only because now his head was bothered by other thoughts - either the whole forest had already been examined and all the eggs closest to him were found, or he was losing his skills, since in more than an hour he wandered between the trees and looked into the darkest nooks and there were no results.
Until one moment.
When Morder realized that he was walking in circles and returning to the paths that he had already passed more than once, he noticed a clearing between the trees, which he seemed to have passed more than once before, but until now had never examined. In the center of it, not hiding from prying eyes, was laying a blue egg, covered only by a couple of branches of a bush growing nearby, but it stood out so well because of the sun's rays shining through the trees. And everything looked as peaceful as it is suspicious - after all, at least the sun has not been at its zenith for a long time, so that it would be so successful to illuminate the find, and it was very difficult to miss something like that. For some time, the scarfox just stood there, watching and listening to the surroundings - could someone be hiding nearby, or they were waiting, hoping to jump out and scare or accuse him of theft. Nevertheless, it was felt that there were only two of them - Morder and It. It was somehow strange in itself, it feld of something new and alive, unlike the rest of the eggs in the game. Coming closer and raising his hand to the shell, the fox was ready to swear that he felt a strange warmth emanating from within, and even the size suddenly turned out to be large. Sitting down next to It and pulling It closer to himself, lowering It somewhere between Morder’s legs, wrapping his arms around It, trying to keep this warmth, the gray sat for a while, afraid to move, hoping to understand something. Still, he only felt a strange movement from within, as if something were responding to a hug.
- Freaking wizard ... - Rather convincing himself of this, Morder wrapped his hands around the egg tighter, moving it closer to the body, leaning against the shell with his cheek and ear, listening to the rustle inside, followed by freezing in quiet anticipation..