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Winter. Snowflakes and hot cocoa. For the fae, winter meant Christmas and family and happy smiles. For a lost soul, winter meant odd traditions and surprise presents and weary smiles. Truly an odd experience together. Conflicting memories. Apprehension.
Honestly speaking, Kiira hardly noticed the passing of seasons. Often she did, lingering on her windowsill, taking in the different colors. The very air. Her tired, mitchmatched hues simply lingered on the beyond, lost focus and busy thoughts.
She misplaced her hope sometime ago. Slowly coming back to her. Wariness soaked into the bones and hung for days and days, but neither of the souls that made up Kiira now enjoyed backing down. Hopeful. Optimistic. If only a little now. Maybe more later. Maybe.
In the spirit of the season, the young medic realized she possessed a number of blankets she might as well give away. Some homemade projects. Some she barely remembered acquiring.
For half the year Kiira tended to nest; curl up with a book. Comfortable. Yet the later half of the year presented a challenge.
She hardly needed more than one or two blankets to snuggle in. Her fur had been growing steadily and steadily into a thicker, pure white winter coat. Her tail in itself acted as a blanket.
As the sun cast warming rays on the town, the petite vixen carefully packed many of the blankets into a few boxes. Then with some "help" from her raven companion, Fiachra, Kiira pushed the boxes outside of her little house.
Carefully drawn on the outside of the boxes, with the fritzy use of her telekinesis, were large letters spelling out; "BLANKETS 4 U"
Wearing a shy smile, she sat beside the boxes, ears flicking as her tucked paws seemed to disappear and reappear.
[/td][/tr][/table]Honestly speaking, Kiira hardly noticed the passing of seasons. Often she did, lingering on her windowsill, taking in the different colors. The very air. Her tired, mitchmatched hues simply lingered on the beyond, lost focus and busy thoughts.
She misplaced her hope sometime ago. Slowly coming back to her. Wariness soaked into the bones and hung for days and days, but neither of the souls that made up Kiira now enjoyed backing down. Hopeful. Optimistic. If only a little now. Maybe more later. Maybe.
In the spirit of the season, the young medic realized she possessed a number of blankets she might as well give away. Some homemade projects. Some she barely remembered acquiring.
For half the year Kiira tended to nest; curl up with a book. Comfortable. Yet the later half of the year presented a challenge.
She hardly needed more than one or two blankets to snuggle in. Her fur had been growing steadily and steadily into a thicker, pure white winter coat. Her tail in itself acted as a blanket.
As the sun cast warming rays on the town, the petite vixen carefully packed many of the blankets into a few boxes. Then with some "help" from her raven companion, Fiachra, Kiira pushed the boxes outside of her little house.
Carefully drawn on the outside of the boxes, with the fritzy use of her telekinesis, were large letters spelling out; "BLANKETS 4 U"
Wearing a shy smile, she sat beside the boxes, ears flicking as her tucked paws seemed to disappear and reappear.
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