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 Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 8:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 12:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 4:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 3:13 pm
Influence: Mist/Fog
Fenn idly positioned itself at its master’s bedside, dutifully watching after the game designer as she peacefully slept the night away. Laying its head on her bed, the fox-like proto’s heterochromatic eye examined the tranquility that dominated Flare’s dozing face. It blinked, mechanically twisting its head to the side.
The proto could sleep, but it did not like to sleep. Why sleep away all that wasted time? Of course, it was vital to rest, but it tried not to sleep whenever it could.
Deep within Miss Bennett’s apartment, an antique grandfather clock began to chime. One second after the other, the antediluvian item of the past rang once, twice, again and again until the twelfth and final gong rang through the rooms. Fenn lifted its head up to peak through a nearby window, admiring the wide round moon that brightly glowed against the dark blue sky.
What a nice view, it curiously thought as it slinked away from the bed and crept towards the edge of the window. An ear twitched and gently placed its paws on the windowsill. “What a pretty moon we have out here tonight,” Fenn whispered softly. Firmly positioned at the window, it stayed there for a minute. A few minutes. A half hour. A few hours. The proto often asked itself why it was spending so long to simply stare at the moon, but simply couldn’t help it. Its bushy tails twirled, unknowingly stirring up long-forgotten dust.
“G-Ga—Hack! Guh . . . it seems I need to devote some time to cleaning the house as soon as possible,” grumbled Flare, her fist covering her mouth as she slowly rose from her bed.
Startled at its master’s sudden awakening, Fenn hastily bowed its head at her. Carefully eyeing the small particles that fluttered in the eye, it began to speak. “My apologies. I was just admiring the night view, but it seems I stirred up some dust at the same time,” it explained as it scuttled over to the edge of Flare’s bed.
She swung her legs over and ignored the cold rush that tickled her feet as it brushed the wooden floor. “I see. The view, huh?” she muttered as she strolled over to the window, Fenn dutifully slinking after her. Gently prying open the window to let the night air rush in, she softly breathed in the fresh breeze. Her hands rested against the windowsill and she leaned out the window, just enough to satisfy herself and not be precariously close to falling over.
Her proto squirmed in to peak its head outside as well, curiously blinking. “Hm? Everything seems to be . . . hidden by some white blanket,” it observed, confusedly twisting its head.
She chuckled. “It’s called mist, although most people call it fog when it’s thick like this. It’s nothing harmful, merely just a collection of water particles. The only danger is that it makes it hard to see, so a lot of things could happen,” answered Flare.
“Oh.” Fenn replied simply, slipping out the window and plopping onto the pavement.
Flare worriedly lurched forward, but stopped, unwilling to leave the safety of her apartment. “Fenn. What are you doing?” she called out sharply.
“I won’t go far, don’t worry,” the proto reassured after making itself comfortable in an arbitrary spot that was clearly within Master’s view. Propping itself up and brimming with curiosity, Fenn waved its arms in the air, watching its hand pass through the fog. Indeed, Flare’s words rang true and it appeared that this “mist” was harmless.
Idly blowing out wispy clouds from its smiling mouth, the fox turned back to stare at its guardian. “This ‘mist’ is very fun!” it commented, earning an amused smile. “May I play around outside for a little while?”
Flare looked up, noticing that by now the moon was quickly fading from view and the sky was lighting up with hints of purple and red. Morning would be arriving soon. Sighing, she turned away and waved off her proto. “If that is what you wished,” she consented and began to tidy up her room, grinning to herself.
A delighted Fenn scampered deeper into the mist, energetically crying out, “Yahoo!”
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