Tessa's POV:
I yawned, enjoying the heat of the sun on my outstretched wings. Abby was fast asleep beside me on the same rock.
Scratching my ear tuft, I asked Dirk, "Feel like seeing if the Ply-Ball group is there yet?"
"Sure."
"Abby, do you want to come?"
She moved her head under her wing as she uttered a faint, sleepy groan. Apparently, she wasn't in the mood for Ply-Ball at the moment. She had played with us the last four days, and her legs were a bit sore from the amount of running she had been doing. Thankfully, she had finally relaxed enough to allow all six players on the field without panicking.
Getting to my feet, I shook out my wings before taking to the air. I circled the clearing as Dirk warmed up his muscles before also taking flight. We headed over to the clearing where the team showed up almost every day.
A couple of the usual bystanders were waiting beside a bench, which meant that the others were likely on their way. Dirk and I landed in the tree above them to wait.
"Oh, look. They're here already."
"I wonder how long they will hang around. The game on Ferdac went longer than expected, so their space shuttle is just landing. It's going to take them at least ten minutes to get here from the space port, even if they take a shuttle."
"There, I sent them a message letting them know that their friends are waiting."
"Darcy is almost here, and she has a spare ball. We can probably keep these two entertained long enough for the team to get here."
It wasn't more than a minute or so before a teenager was jogging in our direction. Considering she was carrying a ball, I assumed that this was Darcy.
"Nice to see you, Darcy. Want to kick that ball into the field? We might as well play with these two while we wait for the others."
"Sure." She turned around and kicked the ball out onto the grass.
Dirk dove after it, more than ready to score the first goal. Our skills had really improved, although it was too bad that the ball was far too large for us to pick up. I flew after him and landed in the grass near him.
The two women and young man moved to intercept Dirk's path. Since I was faster, I stole the ball from Dirk and tried to dart ahead of them. We had already decided that until they tried to train us to pass the ball, that we would just steal it. Passing it wasn't exactly easy for us anyway; it was just too big.
They humored us and let both Dirk and I score several goals before the Ply-Ball team arrived.
"Better hurry up! You're already losing by five goals!" the one called out with a big grin.
Rasha replied, "That's your score. Not ours. The score gets reset when we actually arrive."
"Well, considering that Dirk is about to get another goal, you're already behind."
Shaking his head, he jogged onto the field towards us. He wasn't close enough to beat Dirk to the stone, so he didn't hurry. With a loud whistle, Dirk rolled the ball onto the rock.
Rasha reclaimed the ball and began tossing it from hand to hand as he waited for his other friends to get onto the field. Dirk and I flew around him in circles, waiting for him to kick it.
Once his friends had closed half of the distance, he turned the other way and kicked it clear across the field. Dirk and I swooped down and glided right above the grass as we flew after it. Rasha jogged after us, secure in the knowledge that he could intercept us as we brought the ball back.
The ball slowed down as it neared the trees, and I landed at a run as I took off after it. I had almost caught up to the ball when Dirk whistled a frantic alarm call from above.
"Look out!"
With a hiss, I skidded to a stop and partially spread my wings, trying to figure out if the danger was coming from above or from the side. A furious rumbling growl came from behind me just before Rasha practically blurred past me.
Startled by his extreme speed, I sprang into the air and climbed for height as swiftly as I could. Ignoring me, he raced through the tall grasses and shrubs near the edge of the meadow. The vegetation in front of him was also moving, and I spotted a flash of red fur trying to evade the angry Kymari teenager.
Rasha may not have had any weapons, but I didn't think that was going to change the outcome for the fox. He had almost caught up to it when the trees blocked my sight. Judging by the panicked yelp and loud snap, I probably didn't want to see what had happened.
The other players slowed to a stop as they reached the edge of the forest occasionally glancing up at me. The fox must have been hiding in the shrubs right beside where I had been. Still trying to get over my fright, I landed on a branch above them. Dirk landed beside me and nuzzled my shoulder.
"Thanks," I told him. "I didn't even see it."
"I almost didn't see it either," he admitted, worry still coloring his voice. "Rasha must have spotted it before I did, since he was already running towards it."
I glanced back towards the trees. "I didn't know Kymari could move that fast..."
"Neither did I."
Rasha came back out of the trees and looked relieved when he saw us safely on the branch.
"Was that a fox?" someone asked him.
"Yeah. I'll have to let Taureen know. He will probably have to arrange for some guards to set up a hazing program so they learn to avoid the fire lizards."
"It's only been a few years since we relocated most of them outside the walls, so I don't think there's a food shortage. More likely, it just saw an opportunity for an easy meal."
"Regardless," Rasha grumbled, "if they are a threat to the fire lizards, then they should be removed. There are enough other small predators to keep the rodent population in check."
"I agree. It's a miracle that a fox hasn't caught one yet."
Rasha looked up at me before asking his friend, "Can I borrow your coat?"
She handed her light coat over, and he wrapped it around his forearm and wrist.
"I'm not sure if this is going to work," he murmured. Holding up his wrapped arm, he gently called to me, "Hey, Tessa. Come on."
This was the first time any of them had tried to get one of us to come to them. They had also never tried to come into contact with us, opting to simply play with us. I hesitated for a few moments, before gliding down and landing uneasily on his covered arm.
Rasha also seemed somewhat at a loss of how to proceed now that I had actually come down. Slowly, he moved his hand closer to stroke my neck. I let him, although it was surprisingly hard to not lean away from his hand since it smelled like fox fur.
"There you go," he murmured. "The fox is gone. Want to play with the ball?"
He gave his friend a pointed look, and the guy gently kicked the ball so it rolled towards the center of the meadow. It was tempting, but I didn't feel like playing at this moment. The fox had come far too close for me to forget about it right now.
