A Match Into Water

Enlil glanced back towards Afrit as she spoke up shaking his head. It wasn’t so much that she’d upset him… no… the emotions within Enlil over the death of the butterfly were complex. They were symbolic to him though. “I’m sorry to get so upset… I know lots of things die but…” He had paused in digging, shaking his head. “I really do like them though. It’s hard to explain… I probably made you sad too…” He glanced towards the butterfly.

“But I’m not mad at you, okay?” Enlil glanced back to Afrit, giving a small smile. “After we bury it we can go play or something… You haven’t been out and about that much lately…” The little one carefully moved over to the butterfly, deciding that the whole they had dug was deep enough before moving it with care. Once it was safely within the ground he glanced back to Afrit again before starting to move dirt back over it once more. “You can even choose the game! If… if you want to play that is.”