5/2/2025, 3:04 PM
Today, the firestar was particularly agitated. It seemed she was constantly in some way angry, drawing up from some bitter place in her gut that was sure to spill over soon. It made her brazen. It made her rage. Every tick of her heartbeat in that cut on her neck made her teeth grind.
So, she hid.
Her paws cut scores out of the earth. Dirt flew out from behind her squatted stance, landing in a growing pile behind her. She wasn’t even digging for any reason in particular. She was just digging. That white capped tail rose like a cobra above her, both beacon and warning. And, of course, the sword ever present beside her feet. She looked at it every once in a while, just to make sure it was still there, before she was back to kicking up clouds of dirt.
So focused was she, in fact, that her mother’s voice reached her moments too late. She snapped down into the hole she’d made, flattening herself to its depth. Then, she inched up to grab the sword and drag it in with her. Maybe if she was lucky, Fable wouldn’t even see her. And Nausicaa wouldn’t have to explain why she was digging.
So, she hid.
Her paws cut scores out of the earth. Dirt flew out from behind her squatted stance, landing in a growing pile behind her. She wasn’t even digging for any reason in particular. She was just digging. That white capped tail rose like a cobra above her, both beacon and warning. And, of course, the sword ever present beside her feet. She looked at it every once in a while, just to make sure it was still there, before she was back to kicking up clouds of dirt.
So focused was she, in fact, that her mother’s voice reached her moments too late. She snapped down into the hole she’d made, flattening herself to its depth. Then, she inched up to grab the sword and drag it in with her. Maybe if she was lucky, Fable wouldn’t even see her. And Nausicaa wouldn’t have to explain why she was digging.