The Silent Firework (9) : Fireworks are aplenty this time of year, and there’s always something going off somewhere in the city. Little pops and noises are common, but something about this firework is completely abnormal–it makes absolutely no sound. Instead, light and color splashes across the night sky and leaves a lingering glow behind. No one knows where it came from, but it lit up the sky like a midnight sun, and was gone after about a moment. Anyone who managed to see it in person may find that when they blink, there is a residual glow before them. Strangely, it even seems like there’s a trail of faded, glowing light guiding them somewhere. Maybe you’re led to some special place, or some special person, or–maybe the trail ends before you ever find out where you were supposed to go.
He wondered if any of his other families missed him.
Mirosnjha loafed at the foot of Teyla's bed as the girl slept, all his paws tucked beneath him and fluffy tail curled daintily around his front. He'd slept there every night since she'd awakened. Her fathers had pleaded with him to not leave her. He was a guardian, and he had awoken their seven-year-old daughter, and now it was time to do as 'guardians' did and guard. Miros supposed there was nothing they could do to enforce it, but... he didn't mind being here. She was small and sweet, and she truly desperately needed guidance in the face of parents who were afraid to let her power up.
But he still wondered occasionally, if any of the homes he'd previously kept were worried about him. Where had sweet kitty gone? Was he hit by a car? Attacked by a dog? Stolen? Miros hoped he didn't cause them grief, but his place was here, with the child he had to protect.
"Prrow?" He offered softly as he stretched his way to his paws, extending forelegs in front of himself to arch his back, and then sauntering nearer to the head of the bed to take up a closer post. Teyla wouldn't mind, he was sure. She loved him.
The only problem was that Mirosnjha had just started to settle in, when-
Peeeeew- Oum-! Cracklelackelacka-
He promptly flattened himself to the bed, baby blue eyes going wide and wild as his ears pinned back, and- the sound repeated. He dashed from the bed, kicking up sheets and blankets in his descent to carpeted floor where his claws dug up carpet threads while he looked for purchase to zoom- zoom wildly around the room.
If he could take literally two seconds to override the complete basest instinct that had integrated into his mind since arriving on Earth, Miros would realize that it was the same shenanigans that happened every year. Multiple times, in fact. It was not an affront on his home or well-being or the people he loved. It was just human celebration, that he would likely enjoy partaking in, if given a chance...
But he gave no chances, because his body simply moved.
He flung himself through Teyla's cracked doorway, landing on the wooden floors in the hallway and finding significantly less purchase as his claws scrabbled frantically. He let out a throaty "rowow!" to express his displeasure, then practically threw himself down the stairs in his need to escape, escape, escape whatever the boom that hunted him was. Mirosnjha smacked into the side of the couch, tearing his way up it and then bolting off the other side of it on his way to try and wedge his very plush and plump butt beneath the lower shelf of the entertainment system.
Seconds later, he heard the padding of feet.
"Mirosnjha?" Elias croaked.
Miros attempted to push himself farther under the entertainment set.
"What are you doing, waking everyone up?" And then the man must've seen him, seen his paws working to try and propel him away. "Are you hiding from the fireworks? Aren't you supposed to be smart? C'mere, you big idiot, waking everyone up for nothing..." His hands found purchase secured around the bulge in Miros' hips, and Elias heaved him from under the entertainment system, accented only by a warbling cat cry as Miro squirmed to let his claws find purchase somewhere- eventually in the shoulder of Eli's baggy sleep shirt.
He didn't complain, and instead carted a heavily-breathing Miros to the window, where he turned his shoulder to the view so that he could smudge the guardian's face against the glass. "Dude, you can't be doing that all holiday, you understand?" Eli demanded. "You might have time to sleep during the day, but some of us don't, comprende? Stop clawing me; it's fine! Look!"
In between Miros using his back legs to try and climb out of Elias' grasp, he did recognize a little twinkling of lights from the window view. A trail that looked like a shooting star, and then- a burst of color. Silent. So much so, Mirosnjha briefly thought he'd gone deaf from earlier fire, but, then Eli was whispering to him-
"It's not so bad, see?"
And then petting in between his ears and down his back, and Miros huffed, feeling a strange sensation of returning to himself, like whatever instinct had taken hold was now deciding to let him go. He breathed, but his heart still pounded rapidly.
"You good?" Eli asked.
And Mirosnjha nodded silently.
