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 Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 10:56 am
Practicality
(Lisbet, Alfyn)
What was a fawn to do? The community was quiet and sleepy and cold, so much unlike its usual bustling nature. A terrible blizzard had overtaken the Cliffs, one even the Elders could not quite withstand, and everyone had taken shelter in the howling caves. Lisbet sighed, kicking a pebble with one of her back legs. She was bored out of her mind, but even this young she knew that venturing out into the cold would be deadly.
"Alfyn? Alfyn, wake up."
The purple fawn beside her stirred, giving a very ugly snort before opening his eyes. When he saw what had awakened him, he sneered. Lisbet had always been one to force others into her misery.
"What is it?" Alfyn asked, sighing and stretching.
"I'm bored."
Pah! He should have figured. The little fawn took a while more to awaken fully under the watchful eye of his companion before plopping his rump down and looking Lisbet over. He always had to be around, awake, and alert for her to have fun. He often wondered if Lisbet was missing the fun-ness gene or something of that nature.
"We can play with the pebbles," he offered, inclining his head toward the cave floor. A few small rocks lay scattered about, and the bodies of the other Aisulu could be make into a fun little obstacle course. A game such as that would likely end in a scolding, but that wasn't anything new to Alfyn.
"No, pebbles are boring," Lisbet said, "I might chip a hoof."
Alfyn gave another exasperated huff. Lisbet was a vain little fawn when it came down to it, whereas her buddy Alfyn often didn't bother to lay his hair straight in the mornings. All that was in the cave were stones and other Aisulu. There was some food, of course, but it was being rationed due to the storm. At a loss of things to do, Alfyn decided to once again try and teach Lisbet about the wondrous world around them.
"Come on," he said, leading his hesitant friend toward the mouth of the cave. He stopped just where the snow had drifted in and pointed to the shapes it made with a tiny green hoof.
"Look. Wind and snow made this. Nobody touched it, and it's still beautiful," he began, and then pointed out toward the storm, "And you can't deny that the storm is beautiful too. I mean, it's cold and dangerous, but it doesn't mean to be. It's just falling, swirling white from the sky. It's like...like magic!"
Lisbet, meanwhile, had wandered back to a nearby group of adult Aisulu and curled up for a nap.
"You're crazy."
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 8:25 am
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