Moving Time
Earako was up to her pointy ears in boxes. Her room was full of them. The whole house was full of them. She kept reaching for things only to realize they'd been tucked away in a box somewhere. She'd never moved before, and she still wasn't sure how she felt about it.
Of course, she understood that it was necissary. No matter how many ways she tried to... adjust the story of what happened last week, it still came down to the fact that if Earako hadn't managed to get her calmed down, Vimber would have eaten the mailman. Or, at least, chewed him up into something really unpleasent. It was just, he hadn't been the usual mailman, the one Earako was used to. And Earako had been out on the lawn without her blades and he was so big. She'd panicked, and Vimber had noticed. And the man had been reaching for her, and Vimber had flown over the house and... and... well...
The important thing was that Earako had managed to get control of the situation before anyone got hurt. But still, Dad said that they were moving somewhere with less people, where things like this wouldn't happen so much. And she'd said, what about the city? What about Tred?
But he'd called Uncle Kyle back from wherever it was that Kyle'd gone to, and said it was time for him to focus on his family. He was getting old, he said. Too old for war games. He needed to take care of his own.
Which was why they were moving in with Aunt Lithle and her cousins, Savius, Jer'ain and Taylor. Dad said Lithle was sick, though Earako had always thought that there was nothing that could hurt such a tough, furious woman. But if Dad said she was getting worse, well, she must be, since Dad wouldn't lie.
There was a small part of her that was sad, she'd known this place all her life. But mostly, it was alright. She didn't exactly have friends, and with Savius and Lithle and Jer'ain around, she doubted she'd ever end up alone around a mailman again. And also, Dad said they'd be getting a P.O. box, to help with that problem. And they'd all be safe.
But for now, boxes.