Do do do do 500+ The child was too young to properly understand the differences between herself and the plushie. She did not understand what made the toy so cold. Always, always, no matter how many furs she threw over him. Noir was able to stay warm without any furs, but what was wrong with her pink friend? She was at a loss what to do. In the girl's immature brain, Toefur was a living thing, just a bit.. less active than most other creatures. He was different, yes, but that was because he was not a wolf. A mouse did not look the same as Noir, but it was a living creature. Therefor Toefur had to be one too. He had a body, eyes, mouth and arms, aka he was a creature too? Noir's thoughts about pink octopus creatures vanished when her feet lost the connection to Dawali's lap. Her tiny brown limbs raced in the empty air, but Noir was not going anywhere. If this was how it felt like to fly then she wished she had been a bird. Her tongue dropped out from her mouth and waved around randomly in a rather retarded manner. The moment as a bird did not last for very long though, and soon the girl was on the boring ground. She flickered her ears backwards and was about to crawl up into the man's lap again when he got up. She was left all the way down on the ground, looking up at the large Dawali. She raced in-between his legs and looked up at the underside of the man. He had something that mommy did not. Interesting. The man talked, and the child perked her ears to pay attention to his words. Yay, they were going to help Toefur from freezing. She raced around his legs while witnessing him finding lots of weird stuff inside his bag like thingie. When she saw the rabbits, she twisted her body in a weird jump of joy which sent her face first into the cold ground.
Noir's mother did not always light a fire, and so the girl forgot all about her aching muzzle when the visitor announced that they were to make a fire. Perhaps Noir could help! She let a thrilled giggle leap out into the shallow air, and started her race around his form again. Twigs, twigs, she was a good girl, she could do that! She darted away from the male, overeager in her quest for twigs. Her size did not allow her to be very effective, but she returned to Dawali with one and two twigs at the time. Eventually, there was enough wood to make a fire. The girl watched in amazement while Dawali did his thing. One day, Noir was going to make fire all by herself. She would hunt food for Toefur and Tayui, and she would be the new mommy in the family, taking care of everything and everyone. If possible, her eyes would have shot fireworks. When he told the small Aston child that she could blow on the sparks, she joined him within seconds. This was the best morning in the whole wide world! She saw a spark jump up and rotate in the cool air, and she blew carefully, and ended up killing it. It was only one of many though, and she sort of figured that she should blow on those lying in-between the twigs and bark, or else they would die. Did it hurt for them to die? Was Noir Aston already a mean murderer? She hoped not. She blew carefully, and screamed in delight when eventually a orange and yellow flame erupted from the baby sparks. They grew up so fast! Oh! Rabbits meant that Dawali would make Noir nice warm breakfast? The child loved roasted meat. Raw was okay too, but prepared meat was the favorite by far. "Abbit breakfast!" |
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