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Seeing that happy light fade from both her daughter's faces broke the mother's heart. But as hard as it was it had needed to be said. They needed to know. Otherwise they would probably try and catch more butterflies and come asking her why none of them ever woke up after they were caught. She knew that would be rougher on them even if they were older. Dealing with one butterfly dead was really difficult, dealing with more would be much worse. Her soft smile turned to a sad frown as she saw the tears pour from both their precious eyes and then charged towards her, hiding their faces in her stomach. "I'm sorry my little darlings," she spoke softly gently rubbing their backs with one of her paws. "I know you didn't mean to sweetie, I know."
It was obvious that the longer they stayed near the butterfly the worse they were going to feel. Silently the raven woman concentrated on shifted her body. She was becoming quite quick at shifting into her bipedal form for little emergencies such as this. Once all her bones and muscles were realigned she gathered her crying girls into her arms, holding them close to her chest. Carefully she rose to her feet and started walking back towards the house. She planted a kiss on the top of each of their heads, hoping to give them both as much comfort as she could. Using her backside to push open the door she slipped inside and walked towards a room she had come across the other day. It was a little play room and it had lots of toys in it. Perhaps a new toy would help distract her children from their sorrow.
When she reached the room she walked in and gently set them down, then moved to the chest full of toys. Dark hands dug through the various toys, trying to find something that would cheer her pups. Emerald eyes lit up and a smile returned to her face as she picked one out, dusting it off. Hiding it behind her back she walked back over to the two of them and knelt down. She placed a colorful stuff butterfly between them. "Here you go. Here's a butterfly that you can play with."
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The little pup’s crying made her unable to say anything in response to her mother’s words. She could only manage the loud crying and the sniffles and hiccups. She clung to her mother’s fur by pushing her head against her, insistently unmoving even when her mamma began to shift. The little eyes were clamped shut as gargantuan tears squeezed from between her lids and made her face and her mamma’s fur wet. And then their mamma picked them up. Amata continued to burry her face woefully inter the black fur, squirming around so that she could hide between her mother’s arm and chest. It was warm and safe there, and breathing in her mother’s comfortable, familiar scent alleviated some of the sadness and guilt that she felt—it was, after all, she that had caught the butterfly.
Suddenly her mamma set her down in a strange room, and the creamy pup gave a soft whimper of protest as she sat up, her nose pointing to the ground and her tail wrapped close about her leg as the tears, having lessened in volume, continued to fall. She could hear her mother moving around, but she refused to look up despite her curiosity and kept her eyes fixed upon the less interesting ground. But when her mamma returned and knelt, the pup couldn’t help herself. Her eyes lifted sadly up at her mamma, who curiously seemed to be hiding something behind her back. The butterfly that was hiding there was much bigger than the one that was sleeping forever and definitely more colourful. Slowly, Amata stood up, her little tail waving slowly behind her. Shyly and slowly, the pup approached the butterfly, stealing a glance at her sister, before she reached out her nose. But then, remembering what her mamma had said, she stopped short and looked up with those blue and green eyes still wet with the tears that had been shed. "Issit okays to touches her?" Once more, as the small voice asked her question, the butterfly was assumed to be a girl.
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Why did the butterfly have to sleep forever? It wasn't fair. They hadn't meant to hurt it and now it had to sleep and never wake up. The thought was a scary one and shook the poor girl to her core. Sleeping forever sounded awful. Not something she would wish on anyone, especially a poor innocent butterfly. There wasn't a mean bone in her body and she never wanted to hurt anyone. Emotionally or physically. She was far too softhearted for that. The large tears poured from her tightly shut eyes as she rubbed her face against her mother's fur. Cambria didn't know what she would do without her momma. As she shifted and picked the both of them up she clung to her as tightly as she could, needing that comfort and contact.
Pinned back ears heard the door close and she knew they were back inside the mansion and for that she was thankful. She didn't want to be outside anymore. When they were set down watery orbs looked around and saw they were in a room they had never been in before. Stubby tail tucked underneath her and she whined, not understanding what was going on. She didn't like this room. It was different and didn't hold the comfort of their den. That's what she really wanted. Was just to go back to the den and snuggle against momma and go to sleep. When their dark mother returned to them she looked up with those doleful eyes. Then she looked at the toy that had been placed in front of the two children. Cambria got to her feet and took a step closer to it. When Amata asked the question she looked back to mother. They needed to know it was okay to play with this butterfly.
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She could feel her pup's tears soak her ebony fur and it was the saddest shower that she had ever felt. It was amazing how her children's mood could so easily effect her own. Everything had been fine but now she felt almost as sad as they did. Of course her eyes stayed dry and she didn't let on. They needed her to be calm and strong for them. Still, now it was her mission to make them feel better. It was a sad and hard lesson and she expected them to react in no other way, but now she just wanted them to feel better about it. They were wracked with guilt over killing the butterfly and she needed to alleviate that for them. They were such good girls and she knew they wouldn't hurt a fly, not intentionally.
Savina watched her girls as they took in the sight of the toy she had picked out for them. They approached cautiously, as if it were as delicate as the real thing. As sad as the situation was, that was endearing. They wanted to make sure that it was alright and they weren't about to hurt anything else. "Yes, it's perfectly okay to touch her." She reached forward and squeezed one of the plush wings, demonstrating that it was indeed a toy and couldn't be harmed. "It's a toy, a stuffed animal. You can play as roughly or as softly with it as you want and it won't ever get hurt. You can play with this butterfly until you're older and can shift, then I can show you how to handle real butterflies. You can do that when you have hands." The mother watched with anticipation, hoping to see their faces become at least a little more happy and less sorrowful.
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Since I won’t be able to post after this time until after I come back, maybe we could wrap this one up and have a newer one? ^=^
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Her mother confirmed that it was okay to touch this butterfly. The sadness in those blue and green eyes was lessened at that revelation, and her face went from her mother’s to the butterfly’s. For a moment longer, the creamy pup watched the butterfly as if expecting something magical to happen. Her gaze shifted suddenly to where he mother’s hand squeezed the butterfly’s wing, and the girl’s ears lifted forward in surprise as if she had expected the stuffed animal to be as fragile as the sleeping forever butterfly outside. But nothing happened. The toy looked soft and squishy enough to be fun to touch, and despite the sadness that she felt for the butterfly that was sleeping, a tiny smile inched its way upon her face. Her surprised features relaxed, and with it some of the sadness fell away. What a strange butterfly. "A ‘tuffed aminal?" She looked up momentarily before looking back at the evidently stuffed butterfly, her head cocked to the side. That was cool how it wouldn’t get hurt. She felt better about playing with it.
Amata listened to her mamma’s words about growing up and catching real butterflies with her hands. "Catching thems?!" That seemed amazing and far away. "Is wants to...." Her little tail wagged with more energy as she approached the stuffed animal, throwing her body over it so that her paws draped over the entire thing. It was soft and squishy and fun to lay on. A brief, sighed laugh was emitted by the pup as she turned to look back at Cambria. "Come, Cambi! Iss funny!" The creamy pup encouraged her sister to come and try it out, stepping aside so that the butterfly was unoccupied. Maybe her sister could feel better too, because this butterfly wanted to play with them and wouldn’t sleep forever.
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Even when their mother's confirmation that it was okay to play with this butterfly Cambria was still a little hesitant. She knew her momma wouldn't lie to them, especially not when another life hung in the balance, but the sleeping forever butterfly had traumatized her a little. She felt like everything needed to be second guessed. Even when her mother reached her hand out to squeezed the toy a little gasp was taken into her lungs. What if her mother was wrong, or mistaken? What if this butterfly could get hurt too. But then the pup remembered that this butterfly hadn't even moved around at all in the first place. It was always still, which she guessed meant it had never been alive at all. When nothing bad happened her heart lifted a little. So it really was okay. Nothing bad would happen from them playing with this butterfly.
Little ears perked up at the mention of being able to actually play with real butterflies when they were older and not hurting them. So they could actually play with butterflies! Just not now. She wished she could play with them now, but that was okay. She would be a good girl and wait until she was older. "I wants to too momma." Maybe then she could apologize to the other butterflies for what she and her sister had done today. Ocean orbs widened as Amata threw herself upon the toy and a little squeak was issued from her mouth. She was still a little scared something bad would happen. But at her sibling's laugh she wasn't afraid anymore. Cambria's tail began to wag and she scuttled over to the toy. She let her little brown body fall in a heap on the soft toy and giggled. It was funny! One paw went and batted playfully at her sister, glad they were both feeling better.
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The raven woman nodded her head at Amata’s question. “Yes, a stuffed animal. Humans made them. They’re just cloth with this white fluffy stuff inside.” Out of curiosity she had opened one up on day. They were good children’s toys. They could take quite a beating and yet they weren’t hard so kids wouldn’t hurt themselves throwing the things around. It was just the perfect thing for her two girls, she just hoped it would cheer them like she hoped. The hesitance was clear in both of them, but it seemed they were both slowly warming to idea that this particular butterfly was okay for them to play with.
The mother’s smile grew as both Amata and Cambria showed a great interest in being able to handle butterflies in the future. “Yes. You see, you can be much more careful with hands than you can with your paws. You can let the butterflies land on you and let them crawl on you. Or you can even catch them by cupping your hands so you don’t actually touch them,” she said, demonstrating what she meant. Then it seemed all hesitance of their new toy was thrown to the wind as Amata jumped onto it and Cambria came to try it for herself. A laugh escaped her throat, happy that the trauma of today’s life lesson was wearing off. The stuffed butterfly had been the perfect medicine.
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