Art of my Children
Why did caves have to be so dark? And dusty? Sure Pip loved a good adventure, but adventuring was usually more fun when she could actually see what the heck she was doing. The only indication that she wasn’t lost or going in circles was the soft clicking of Theo’s claws against the stone floor ahead of her and the feeling of his tail tip grasped gently in her hands. She had been promised that there was something exciting in this cave, and that he would take her to see it since he knew the way through these cave systems. Thus, here they were, romping around in the darkness with no clue as to where exactly their hands were when held out in front of their own faces. It was odd to Pip that in this scenario Theo was the fearless individual while she was absolutely terrified. She was glad that he didn’t have night vision, or else he would see that her fur was puffed up out of fear, and she wanted to seem strong to him. When he was feeling afraid she was always there to comf
Festive Face Painting
“Come on Theo, hurry! The festivities are beginning!” a young dove chirped, her red coat almost shimmering in the afternoon light. Her hands were clasped firmly around those of a white and brown rook of a similar age who didn’t seem to want to go to the festival of death.
“M-maybe next time Pip… I think I forgot to patrol the territory before I left.. Better go do that now” the male stuttered, trying to worm away from her grasp. Pip frowned and stopped pulling on Theo’s hands.
“But Theo… you don’t have a set territory. You wander. I’m not that silly! And the festival won’t be that scary. Come on now, it’ll be lots of fun! There’s lots of games, kukuri’s, food… mmm, can’t you smell the food?” Pip questioned, sniffing the air and sighing a satisfied sigh as the smell of baked goods reached her nostrils. Theo half heartedly sniffed the air but then sniffed seriously when he smelled