04-04-2020, 01:47 AM
Since joining Tanglewood, Zora often found herself taking walks. At first, these trips to the outside served as a way to acquaint herself with the residents of the swampy group. And though she realized that she had yet to meet many of its inhabitants, the treks were now more exploratory in nature. The little fox tried her best to explore a new corner of the territory every day, and slowly but surely she was able to navigate much of the area without help or fuss. Not that she’d ever needed help.
The woods were a comfort to her. While the swamp was full of unfavorable muck and dampness, the forest was dry for the most part and carried with it a familiar sort of feeling. She’d spent much of her life before this in woods, after all. And though the centuries of solitude were a painful blight on her existence, it was easy to disregard it in favor of basking in the relative normality of it all.
She started that particular day like she always did: by parting from her small home and taking note of the morning’s weather. The sun was just starting to reappear from its winterly hiding, and Zora welcomed its warmth like one might regard an old friend or a sibling. It was the only thing that had remained the same after all those millennia. Having taken note of the clear skies, she headed out (the fairy didn’t care to be caught out in the rain).
She wandered down a familiar path, then veered off randomly in a direction she’d never been. Though she knew there were dangers, Zora had never felt threatened before. Not much could cause her harm if she didn’t want it to, due to her fiery exterior. And it was not danger that caught her attention on this particular morning.
Being as low to the ground as she was, not much on the floor could escape her alert gaze. Certainly not a smooth, white egg laying at the base of a tree. She trotted over to it, giving the thing a cursory sniff and look over. Turning it over with a paw, she could find no cracks or faults in its exterior. Looking up, she could find no evidence of a nest at first glance. This would not do at all.
Examining the way she came, the fennec fox saw nothing that posed an immediate threat to the unborn creature, and so began rolling it back towards her home.
The woods were a comfort to her. While the swamp was full of unfavorable muck and dampness, the forest was dry for the most part and carried with it a familiar sort of feeling. She’d spent much of her life before this in woods, after all. And though the centuries of solitude were a painful blight on her existence, it was easy to disregard it in favor of basking in the relative normality of it all.
She started that particular day like she always did: by parting from her small home and taking note of the morning’s weather. The sun was just starting to reappear from its winterly hiding, and Zora welcomed its warmth like one might regard an old friend or a sibling. It was the only thing that had remained the same after all those millennia. Having taken note of the clear skies, she headed out (the fairy didn’t care to be caught out in the rain).
She wandered down a familiar path, then veered off randomly in a direction she’d never been. Though she knew there were dangers, Zora had never felt threatened before. Not much could cause her harm if she didn’t want it to, due to her fiery exterior. And it was not danger that caught her attention on this particular morning.
Being as low to the ground as she was, not much on the floor could escape her alert gaze. Certainly not a smooth, white egg laying at the base of a tree. She trotted over to it, giving the thing a cursory sniff and look over. Turning it over with a paw, she could find no cracks or faults in its exterior. Looking up, she could find no evidence of a nest at first glance. This would not do at all.
Examining the way she came, the fennec fox saw nothing that posed an immediate threat to the unborn creature, and so began rolling it back towards her home.