when happiness is a loaded gun
11-12-2022, 11:50 PM
The familiar, comforting brush of his sisters pelt against his flank greeted him as she settled beside him. They kept their backs to the bonfire so Kite could see better while they worked. He slowly unwound the straw that held the fur scraps in place, and let them fall into the space between his paws. The blond boy flicked an ear back towards her as she spoke up, bobbing his head in agreement as she referred to her own feline companion. She told him, rather emphatically, that she was gonna make herself a crystal to toss into the bonfire.
He wasn’t sure how Kite would go about that, but he was gonna focus on his own stuff. He rolled up one scrap of fur, wrapped it with a bit of straw to hold it in place, and decided that looked like a leg. A kitty leg! ”Apparently we gotta put all of our bad feelings into the little things, so we can burn the bad things and start the new year without the bad things.” he said quietly, trying to make conversation while also being completely unsure of how to go about it.
He wasn’t sure how Kite would go about that, but he was gonna focus on his own stuff. He rolled up one scrap of fur, wrapped it with a bit of straw to hold it in place, and decided that looked like a leg. A kitty leg! ”Apparently we gotta put all of our bad feelings into the little things, so we can burn the bad things and start the new year without the bad things.” he said quietly, trying to make conversation while also being completely unsure of how to go about it.