In an entirely different region of the world, in the step filled ruins of an old lost city in the middle of the Andes, seemingly out of nowhere…dozens if not hundreds of rabbits poured forth from a line of a dozen holes marking the stone of a huge rocky hill, the hill covered in vibrant flowers as the tip of the hill was a yard wide hole that seemingly had no bottom.

            Deeper and deeper into the earth that hole followed, twisting and branching off in all directions for as far as the eye could see with markings adorning the thick stone like sod of the tunnels as rabbits in harnesses or colorfully decorated eggs with little legs ran through the tunnels before the world exploded open into a similar world however, instead of snow and icy…all that you could see were these hundreds of vaguely hobbit home like structures of circular wooden doors, rope/wood bridges and pathways spanning between them and through the massive world as hundreds upon thousands of rabbits and vaguely rabbit like people milled about, flowers the size of people glowing as their closed buds thrummed before tipping over and dropping a car sized colorful easter egg into a wide stream as it was carried off through a matching tunnel.

            A man stood central to the city, centered on a massive stone dais as he called out and talked to people before looking back down towards an envelope in hand, parchment like to the texture and magic nearly dripping off the paper making him all the more nervous. The man was impossibly tall, eight tipping towards nine feet tall without the massive pair of rabbit ears atop his head, warm toned skin and neon green eyes, legs animalistic and ending in huge black rabbit feet, long black hair loose to his waist and dressed ornately in feathers, beads, woven elements meshed into traditional clothing for where he resided…Argentina. He swallowed hard as he softly bit his thumb showing off his very bucked front teeth.

            “C.C…where are you?” he asked himself quietly, other hand tightening around a massive spear of growing and twisting flowers, leaves and the blade shaped like a slice of an easter egg. He breathed deeply as he looked around, rabbit foot tapping rapidly at the ground as he started feeling a bit of panic. “You really haven’t seen him?” he asked a woman walking past, similar-ish in appearance with the rabbit legs, but her ears shorter, less rabbit like features and showing herself as just a rabbit-shifter and not the type of being the man was, a Warrenfolk, a much rarer seen rabbit aligned magical race, notable for their extreme ability to twist and warp the earth to allow them basically to teleport without magic however they wish along with extremely long historically studied magic over the natural elements of the world. Even then those Warrenfolk out there tend to keep to themselves, they are seen as far more animal than person by some people, under the light of the full moon Warrenfolk will revert into a form of just a simple rabbit, though far larger than any nonmagical rabbits, some people think of the Warrenfolk as a kind of reverse-lycanthrope where instead of being transformed into the beast during a full moon, the Warrenfolk are instead their “other” form throughout the days before being returned to their actual rabbit forms when under the full moon’s light.

            “I’m sorry, sir, but no…none of us have seen him” she said as she carried off a large basket of sentient marshmallow chicks as she disappeared into the crowd. She bent over as she held the basket out to a large rock as a small bundle of candy colored marshmallow chicks and tiny marshmallow bunnies hopped up along the chocolate scented rock before hopping into the basket she carried before she vanishing off into the city, the chattering of the chicks vanishing into the mire of voices as the bustling city of every possible magical race aligned with rabbits milled about and brought forth and prepared for the coming times where their abilities will be needed…the coming of spring, of Easter, ready to head out to spread forth the vibrant colors of wildflower meadows, to break free the buds and boughs of trees from the last of winter’s frost and to prepare the way for the baking heat, the dry warmth and the growth of summer that will follow in their wake.

            He looked up towards the huge dome around him: the dozens upon…if not hundreds of doors, tunnels and archways covering the walls of thick, dark sod…thick roots and thinner tendrils swirling and twisting into the frame work of those structures, colorful candy colored doors, shutters and fixtures about as people moved everywhere. Giant stone eggs shifting on their axels before cracking open as if something within them hatching before they tipped over and poured a new bundle of colorful eggs into the wide stream before rising up and sealed as soft color began rising from the bottoms, slowly moving and growing through the engraved emblems and floral patterns along the pale white creamy granite. Huge flowers thrumming with light before depositing a pale colored plushie into the waiting arms of someone who would toss it to a passed basket held in the paws of teeth of a rabbit with antlers and wings who would disappear into a tunnel as the flowers rose back up and the glow rekindled again. A strange pastel candy colored clockwork machine of sweetness, of kindness…of spring.

            “Always must be running off somewhere…still so much like you were when you were a child. Where did you head off to?” he asked looking back towards the letter, the wax seal glaring at him: bright yellow and washed over in a brush of gold depicting…a fox on its glossy face.