A gentle breeze rolled by bringing along the fresh scent of spring. Zhen watched the sun steadily set over the horizon with a sense of anticipation. Soon they would be able to set foot off this forsaken tower for the evening and take a leisure around the region. Yet a steady shake thumping against their leg brought their attention to the egg by their side.
Was it shaking from the cold? It was known to get cold at the peak of the tower when night fell.
The thought of leaving the egg alone immediately put a stop of their flight plans, a wing enveloping the egg in a soft cocoon of feathers.
Being a father… Not once was that a thought in their mind until this egg appeared here.
At first, they thought to deliver it back but it was simply leave here as an offering on the golden cushions of their altar, simply abandoned when they weren’t around.
They thought burying it half way in the soil of cherry blossom tree garden to the west of them. This was a Shaymin egg after all. Maybe it responsed best to the nutrients of the soil.
But the Ho-oh was protective and unsure. Keeping it by their side was the most sound option to them.
Zhen sighed. “I am clueless when it comes to parenthood…” They would seek another Kami assistance in this. Though they hardly trusted it alone or even cradling it in their beak or talons.
So small. So fragile.
They gazed at the entrance leading up to the peak with a look of expectancy and irritation. “He was supposed to be here already. Where the heck is he…”