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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
Ivan did not have a good track record of completing his weekly tasks. He trotted up to receive them like everyone else because the last thing he wanted was to be a leech off of society. However, he was quickly realizing that most of these tasks were not at all very society-building. They seemed to be oriented to a certain character building, and the weekly task givers usually liked to give things that seemed to go out of the giver's comfort zone.
The young cat had been amused when he heard Alaric's task. If given the choice between making a sculpture and training the bird, Ivan would choose the bird over the artistry any day. His creativeness only extended through his thoughts. He could think of so many things but had difficulty putting them into action. Needless to say, his training with the dual-headed golden eagle was not going so well, and she was growing fast too. Her beak was curving and tapered into a sharp point, her claws as well. But she was so gentle with them around Ivan. His father probably wanted him to spend more time with the bird. Hmph.
He was walking with her now when he passed Alaric's house. A few weeks before, he hadn't known where Alaric lived, but he certainly did now. Ivan's lip ticked up ever so slightly. Triumph was a new feature that Ivan saw on Alaric. He decided to humor him.
"I didn't think you'd do it." The four month old purred, eyeing the sculpture. It was better than anything he could do. Ivan held out a paw to distract his eagle from tearing apart the work by virtue of her curiosity and love for shiny objects.
The young cat had been amused when he heard Alaric's task. If given the choice between making a sculpture and training the bird, Ivan would choose the bird over the artistry any day. His creativeness only extended through his thoughts. He could think of so many things but had difficulty putting them into action. Needless to say, his training with the dual-headed golden eagle was not going so well, and she was growing fast too. Her beak was curving and tapered into a sharp point, her claws as well. But she was so gentle with them around Ivan. His father probably wanted him to spend more time with the bird. Hmph.
He was walking with her now when he passed Alaric's house. A few weeks before, he hadn't known where Alaric lived, but he certainly did now. Ivan's lip ticked up ever so slightly. Triumph was a new feature that Ivan saw on Alaric. He decided to humor him.
"I didn't think you'd do it." The four month old purred, eyeing the sculpture. It was better than anything he could do. Ivan held out a paw to distract his eagle from tearing apart the work by virtue of her curiosity and love for shiny objects.