the usefulness of this uselessness

Korona focused intently on her craft, her mother’s words weaving through her thoughts as she worked. Her cosmic coat shimmered subtly in the light as she fidgeted with her chosen materials.

When her mother’s gentle warning reached her ears, Korona’s eyes flicked up briefly. ‘Be extra careful who you give that one to, you've got God-blood and I'd hate to see it turned against you.’ The cautionary note struck her, and she felt the stirrings of great curiosity for what those words really meant. Still, she nodded subtly, acknowledging her mother’s advice.

Korona’s paws moved again, intertwining the cord and feathers with the quill she had plucked. She was mindful of each twist and turn, infusing her work with care and intent. Her mother’s voice floated over to Cutlass, offering encouragement, and then to Corsair, praising his concept. Then Korona heard Modesty address Gilda’s mishap with a shell, and Lyra’s wind chime project earned a teasing comment. Korona couldn’t help but smile. And finally, when she completed her project, she had herself a necklace, complete with quill and feathers.

THE KRAKEN