Before we feast

Kea padded along obediently as his mother bid him to. He grinned at the stool that was pulled out for him, and hopped up. Enjoying the sensation of being tall for a moment as he stood there, looking across the counter. Soon enough, his mother was pulling his attention to the food in front of him. Pointing out a cut.

As his mum spoke about the benefits of having a knife on hand to clean the kill, he straightened, his eyes snapping to Briar. “That makes sense mumma.” He agreed immediately. “Can I have a knife and try the cut out?” he asked immediately after, wondering if it would really be that easy.


"Ciaran Carpathius"