For Susquehanna, maybe Leon! :: Word Count → 580
That day found Sophie parading herself through the market, wrapped up in the warm rabbit fur Miss X'yrin had given her and blending in quite splendidly with the snow. Boothe was around, somewhere, as they were playing a game, once again out of the sight of their caretakers. But if things happened at the festival that Leon didn't like, he simply wouldn't bring them back, right? And Sophie didn't think he was too angry with them for entertaining themselves. Besides, he should be more concerned about Trigger, who had gotten startlingly thin and suddenly needed quite a lot of food and energy. He could take himself up on two legs, though; both of the younger siblings were slightly envious of that. He'd come to the fair too, and was wandering around somewhere, making Sophie extra careful where she went. Trigger could enforce the rules too, after all, and punishment was still an ideal the little family hadn't discussed.
There was suddenly a nose against her haunch, and Sophie gave a strangled gasp in surprise, turning quickly to see who was there. It was only Boothe, though, grinning fervently with his own black marten pelt hanging off his shoulders. Before they'd returned that morning, Sophie had begged Trigger to tie her pelt around her so that she wouldn't lose it, and Boothe had followed her example. Though his was somewhat dirtier than hers was--and more obviously so, as there were clumps of things sticking out of it everywhere--Sophie knew that, just like last night and the night they'd been given the pelts, Boothe would clean his out, just like she did every night. Only difference was she did it in the morning, too; white rabbit fur was harder to keep clean. Despite all that, they looked impeccable, and quite ready for whatever little gathering they'd attend today.
Boothe, deciding that his darker coat made him the quiet, sneaky one, nudged his sister's shoulder again and began pacing his way along the edge of the carnival, slinking low to the ground with the edges of his pelt dragging along behind him. It fit him much better than the first one he'd tried on, but it was still quite large, and allowed him to do this trick, believing himself to be completely hidden. Sophie grinned and wagged her tail, quite happy to play this new game--they hadn't stopped playing since yesterday, when Leon had finished doing his adult thing and actually let them play with their gifts. She followed his sneaky-stride with her own, long-legged version of a rabbit, or a deer; stretching her paws out to the very tip-toes and bouncing from one to the other. She wasn't very good at it, yet, her legs not quite long enough to keep her from stumbling, but Trigger had nodded in approval when he saw her practicing, and said it would be very graceful. Sophie liked that word; she wanted to be graceful.
She also quite liked walking like this because the fur hanging from her shoulders and strapping around her chest and underbelly didn't actually touch the snow or get dirty. She was quite pleased with it, as a matter of fact. Together, doing their strange dance and communicating in little whines as they played, finally making their way to the main marketplace, away from any of the actual activities. Painting didn't interest them today; Sophie was going to see if someone would explain what trade meant.
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