fireworks and rum

With his sleeping spot getting both discovered and disturbed by family and outsiders, Chimera had packed up and had found someplace else. He'd discovered a little clearing in the middle of the tall, pale trees. Small enough to house a pile of furs, big enough to let him roll around comfortably. The trees were pushed in close, creating openings between them big enough for a cat to get through, but nothing larger. They were some of the smallest trees around the shrine.

A yawn pulled from the boy as he woke from his nap. Mismatched eyes blinked, though only one of them saw. There were no Silent Ones around, thankfully. He hated waking up to see them standing over him; staring disapprovingly with their lifeless eyes. He was used to them now. They didn't scare him as much as they once had.

Ears perked at the sound of paws moving over the soft grasses between the trees. Chimera rolled to a seated position, another yawn flashing fang and tongue. As he looked about for the source of the movement, he happened to see a giant, purple ball of fluff walking through the white forest. The boy wrinkled his nose, then got to his paws. Another Armada dog come sniffing around the thrones of royalty? "Hey, you there," he growled out. "What are you doing here?"  He was in a less sour mood than he had been when the brightly spotted wench had come calling, but Chimera was never in what could be considered a good mood.