A Match Into Water

Enlil kept frowning deeply, gaze focused on Afrit as she questioned him. He flicked his ears back, giving a soft whine. Only a bug...? "But Afrit... They’re pretty... They’re nice.” The little one looked down at the dead butterfly, giving a small sigh. “They’re too easy to accidentally hurt though. I killed one before... Papa said I bit too hard. I... I want to treat them with respect. Sure they’re bugs, but they’re special. They’re different.” He was trying to fight off the tears that were threatening to fall.

“I... I don’t know Afrit...” Enlil confessed, sniffling. “I just like them a lot. I don’t like seeing them hurt. They didn’t do anything...” The little boy turned, beginning to scratch at the earth with his claws. “I’ll bury it... It’s... It’s okay...” The young boy was shaking some. He just wanted the task to be over with so the butterfly could rest in peace.