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There’s a particularly cheesy looking section of the carnival that you happen to pass by, requesting you take one of the provided slips of colored paper and write down a favorite holiday memory and pin it to the excessively large festively decorated tree stationed in the corner, near the children’s play area. Maybe you’re feeling nostalgic, maybe you’re doing it to humor a companion but for whatever reason, you find yourself jotting down a memory. Regardless of whether or not the memory you've written down is true, you find yourself dreaming of this memory in your sleep that evening, very vividly. Maybe you're reliving the memory, maybe you're standing in the background and watching it all unfold. Maybe this fabricated memory has you regretting writing down anything at all, as you experience this for yourself. Either way, guess it was on your mind for longer than you thought!
In a way, Enyo always felt sad when she saw children. It made something in her hurt. Not a physical type of hurt- but something deep. In her bones but not her bones? A distant longing she wasn’t quite sure how to put into words save it was a pain. A sort of pain that wasn’t real yet existed all the same. She felt it when she flirted with handsome Toms like that Arthur fellow, and when she was looking after that sweetheart Silk. Not baby fever she thought. Maybe just a want, a need perhaps to care for something and be depended on. To have someone who looked up to her and that she could nurture and protect- not that she was good at protecting anything but really she was a guardian cat. Wasn’t half of her whole deal being you know- a guardian? Protecting and guiding others? Supposedly it was but she’d not quite gotten into that whole role yet.
Blinking as she meowed softly to the child stroking her fur, she wanted to sigh and speak and with the little one well, but such things were forbidden. Talking cats far from the norm- and unlike other children she’d seen, this one wasn’t a senshi, so it wasn’t like she could pop out with a sudden revelation even if supposedly she could. Being a part of the negaverse had drawback for certain. One being not able to find adorable little children senshi and show them their magic. As the child drew away Enyo followed at a slight distance, both mindful and curious. The child was conspicuously alone and with so many adults around and it even being a festive carnival it seemed most out of place. She just couldn’t let a lone child wander about with no guardian. Still, the youth seemed to know where they were going and eventually did make it to a tree of sorts.
Pausing to read over the activity, Enyo huffed at it. It was appropriate for children but all the adults doing so were a bit much. Though, she guessed it was all in that whole spirit of the season sort of thing. Everyone just did a bit of fair whimsy. Jumping onto the table she stole one of the little slips of paper and pens before moving away. It was fine wasn’t it? A bit of whimsy for herself? Besides, she rationalized, adults were doing it to, so why not her?
A memory was asked for and depressingly enough, she had to take a fair bit of time to think of one. Eventually she did settle on a pleasant enough memory. When she was smaller, and lived in a small little loft with a kind young woman who sang for a living. Setting her little slip of paper on the tree, Enyou did not think much of it, and after checking up on the child to only find her with her family, the corrupt cat went home to dream of a time before she wasn’t alone.
