The Egg

Remember this girl?

The one who is a forest spirit?

Her name does not translate into English well*, but I need some way to reffer to her other than "the forest spirit". So I gave her a boring english name that we can pronounce and remember. Now she is known as Morgan. 

Anyway, Morgan was sitting in her favorite maple tree pondering various aspects of the universe (is the universe expanding? Where did the mythical creatures of old go? Would it be nice to have someone to talk to? Do Gwen's photos look grainy?*). She was talking to the maple tree about most of these things and was getting nowhere. Both of them were fairly young, and therefore inexperienced. It would be better to talk to the Old Trees, but there were only a few of them left who Remembered.

That aside, they were having a very nice discussion, which was interrupted when Morgan detected a presence beneath the maple. So she climes down to investigate, for it was a very different presence than that of s squirrel's.

In one of the old knots that had formed it'self a little cave of sorts, there was a pile of leaves, and beneath them was a roundish object. Blue-y white in color, except when held up to the light.

It was an egg.

*Her name is more of a feeling. Like being alone in a forest by the sea, hearing the waves, smelling the salt and pine needles, and watching the fog roll by. There's no one word for that.

*She wasn't actually pondering that. I'm pondering that.

Gwen