your fuchsia smile

Rolling into view was a man coloured with a thunderhead, moving with an easy, lackadaisical gait. He was big like Da, but not as tall. A little bigger than mama, for sure. As far as she was aware, being gigantic was the norm. The strange thing that hung across his body had her interest, though. What was that? Was it part of him? Maybe it was a baby creature, clinging to him for dear life. He seemed to notice her with the barest intrigue. "Hello," he called out, but said nothing more.

"Is that your baby?" the pallid youth questioned, lifting one paw to gesture to his satchel. It could be a baby, right? A small butterfly came closer, and she instantly forgot about the man and his strange baby. Instead, she lunged for it, teeth snapping closed on half of a wing. The little bug crumpled and was still- hanging from her mouth. Her tongue slithered free to lick the papery little bug into her maw. A snack!

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