2012-11-28, 06:01 AM
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR AVI! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!" All of us sang the Happy Birthday song to Avi, who was celebrating her birthday...well...tomorrow. But she wanted cake today and tomorrow...and...well...we couldn't really argue. All of us wanted cake.
Just for presentation, we hadn't lit the candles. That was left to me and Ahri. Ahri used her fox magic to light half of them, while I used a potion of my dragon powers to blow a breath of fire onto them.
With a mighty breath, Avi blew out her candles, which Ahri decorated with miniature feathers. I didn't know where she got the feathers, and I wasn't going to ask. We clapped and clapped. Avi grinned. I cut the cake and handed it to Avi, who crammed it in her mouth hungrily. We laughed. She grinned through her cake-filled beak.
In the midst of celebration, we felt a sad, melancholy hollowness. Colli, Fay, and James were all gone. And where was Mason? I hadn't seen him in forever. There was some new people...but they weren't close enough to be considered family yet. Chives was singing, but I could tell in his empty eyes that when Fay left, a little piece of him was ripped away forever.
A birthday wasn't complete without all the family there.
We sat in silence, enjoying our cake, listening to Avi babble on and on about something she learned. We smiled at her childhood innocence.
Jack, out of the blue, gave her a journal covered in little feathers and pearls. She clapped with delight and hugged him. He was really becoming a big brother to her. I smiled happily. Nothing was better than my family approving of him.
Well, most of the family.
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After the celebration, we had to finish something we started. James was temporarily buried about a foot deep in the snow outside. We were building a coffin for him. I could still hear Fay's cries echoing in my head. The whole family went outside to properly bury him. Chives stayed behind, and Emma did as well to comfort him. Together, we lifted James out of the snow and laid him in the wooden coffin. I heard a soft cry.
FAY?!?!
I looked around, but Fay was nowhere to be seen. I sulked.
We dug a large, deep hole and sent the coffin sliding in. Before they buried it, I stepped up.
"Everyone, I'd like to do this for Fay." I hopped in the hole, and opened the coffin. There was James, looking peaceful and calm. I bit back a tear...we may have gotten off to a rocky start but I think James and I could have been friends.
I removed a long section of red string from my pocked and tied it around James's wrist, then closed the coffin. I held onto it, hopped to the surface, and they began piling dirt over the coffin. Keeping a firm grip on the string, I made sure it didn't slip.
Once the hole was filled, I took a long, sturdy stick. Not a flimsy one, mind you, it was almost like a log. It pretty much was one. There was a little branch sticking off of the log, and I tied the string around it. I connected a bell in such a way that if the string moved, the bell rung.
"I tied the string to James's wrist. Now if he actually isn't dead, he will move about in the coffin. The motion of his wrist will move the string, and ring the bell. So now if we hear the bell, we must dig him up." It sounded odd now that I was saying it.
"For Fay." I said, and walked back to Jack.
Just for presentation, we hadn't lit the candles. That was left to me and Ahri. Ahri used her fox magic to light half of them, while I used a potion of my dragon powers to blow a breath of fire onto them.
With a mighty breath, Avi blew out her candles, which Ahri decorated with miniature feathers. I didn't know where she got the feathers, and I wasn't going to ask. We clapped and clapped. Avi grinned. I cut the cake and handed it to Avi, who crammed it in her mouth hungrily. We laughed. She grinned through her cake-filled beak.
In the midst of celebration, we felt a sad, melancholy hollowness. Colli, Fay, and James were all gone. And where was Mason? I hadn't seen him in forever. There was some new people...but they weren't close enough to be considered family yet. Chives was singing, but I could tell in his empty eyes that when Fay left, a little piece of him was ripped away forever.
A birthday wasn't complete without all the family there.
We sat in silence, enjoying our cake, listening to Avi babble on and on about something she learned. We smiled at her childhood innocence.
Jack, out of the blue, gave her a journal covered in little feathers and pearls. She clapped with delight and hugged him. He was really becoming a big brother to her. I smiled happily. Nothing was better than my family approving of him.
Well, most of the family.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After the celebration, we had to finish something we started. James was temporarily buried about a foot deep in the snow outside. We were building a coffin for him. I could still hear Fay's cries echoing in my head. The whole family went outside to properly bury him. Chives stayed behind, and Emma did as well to comfort him. Together, we lifted James out of the snow and laid him in the wooden coffin. I heard a soft cry.
FAY?!?!
I looked around, but Fay was nowhere to be seen. I sulked.
We dug a large, deep hole and sent the coffin sliding in. Before they buried it, I stepped up.
"Everyone, I'd like to do this for Fay." I hopped in the hole, and opened the coffin. There was James, looking peaceful and calm. I bit back a tear...we may have gotten off to a rocky start but I think James and I could have been friends.
I removed a long section of red string from my pocked and tied it around James's wrist, then closed the coffin. I held onto it, hopped to the surface, and they began piling dirt over the coffin. Keeping a firm grip on the string, I made sure it didn't slip.
Once the hole was filled, I took a long, sturdy stick. Not a flimsy one, mind you, it was almost like a log. It pretty much was one. There was a little branch sticking off of the log, and I tied the string around it. I connected a bell in such a way that if the string moved, the bell rung.
"I tied the string to James's wrist. Now if he actually isn't dead, he will move about in the coffin. The motion of his wrist will move the string, and ring the bell. So now if we hear the bell, we must dig him up." It sounded odd now that I was saying it.
"For Fay." I said, and walked back to Jack.
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