the usefulness of this uselessness

Korona's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and defiance as her siblings bore witness to her less-than-graceful moment. Corsair’s chuckle and teasing comment earned him an indignant glare. ‘Impossible to underestimate, as always, dear sister mine.’ He said with a grin, his amusement clear.

Korona puffed up, trying to muster some dignity. Cutlass offered only a tiny, polite smile, his usual reserved self. Korona appreciated that small mercy, though it did little to soothe her wounded pride. Lyra's burst of laughter was the final straw, but she quickly distracted herself with the task at hand, leaving Korona to stew in her own mortification.

She shuffled closer, eager to prove herself despite the earlier mishap. Her mother’s lesson began in earnest, and Korona focused on her words, absorbing the knowledge. The lesson was about making. Baskets, bowls, charms, and decorations. Oh wow! Okay! Korona fluffed up her cosmic coat, and set to work. She grasped some feathers and cords, her tongue sticking out for a moment before she grinned and twisted her skull, plucking a small quill from her shoulders and beginning to twist the cord-feather combination around it.

THE KRAKEN