ยรєгภค๓є:booklover789
ภค๓є:Aurora Dawn Aquiana
(Often called only by her middle name, "Dawn.")
ﻮєภ๔єг:Female
ฬђคt เร tђเร кเค๓คгค'ร Ŧคש๏гเtє єครtєг คςtเשเtץ?Dawn just LOVES to carve Easter pumpkins. Most people associate eggs with Easter, but not Dawn - she loves to carve at least one pumpkin every year and set it outside her front door. She just LOVES watching the expressions of people who come by - they are often shocked to find a pumpkin outside instead of eggs or chocolate. And while Dawn may stock up on Peeps, Jelly Babies, and chocolate bunnies, she loves pumpkin more than anything else in the world. On Easter she'll carve the pumpkin and store up the seeds for later use. She'll usually roast them and cook them, eating them later as a salty snack.
As for actually carving the pumpkin, well, that can be a difficult job, seeing as most patterns are for Halloween and Thanksgiving. Because of this, Dawn often just starts to carve her own pattern, going off of an image inside her head. She is very artistic, so she does well at creating new designs, often impressing her friends with her skills. They compliment her pumpkins every year, even if they don't always understand her reason for carving them. Dawn's reason, however, are simple: it's how she celebrates the season. Her mother always loved pumpkins, and after she passed, Dawn promised to honor her memory. Instead of wallowing in sadness and falling prey to depression, Dawn promised to hold her mother that she'd try her hardest to hold her head up high, and continue bravely down the road less traveled. She promised to have a good outlook on life whenever she could. Dawn chose to do this by pouring all her time, energy, and soul into art. She loves making art - particularly sculpting and carving. She also paints and sketches. Dawn honors her mother's memory by carving the pumpkins into beautiful pieces of artwork to be enjoyed by anyone who stops by her house.
คгt ๏Ŧ tђเร кเค๓คгค єภן๏ץเภﻮ ค๒๏שє คςtเשเtץ:
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Bella. єאtгค:"Oh, um, hi there! I'm Dawn. Well, that's not my first name...but it's what people call me. Sorry about the mess...please, do come in! Just watch your step there - that's pumpkin."
I step over the mushy mess on the ground, keeping my good shoes clean as I walk over to the table where she sits. The pumpkin she's been carving on resembles the face of a Kiamara much older than she, and I ask who it is.
She chuckles as she puts down the knife. "My mother. Easter was always her favorite season..."
I ask about her dad.
"Already carved him." She flicks her tail to the left.
I look over, noticing a long line of pumpkins atop a counter.
She laughs. "Guess you've not heard how much I love carving?"
I ask how she could've possibly guessed.
"The shocked expression on your face, of course!"
I smile and sit down next to her. I then watch her work for the next four hours, watching her large paws carve delicately into the hard pumpkin's fruit.
She stops at 4:30 PM, four and a half hours after she'd begun. "My paws are starting to get sore. I need a break."
"Okay," I say, nodding. "What do you want to do now?"
"Watch some TV?"
"Sure."
"Do you like Doctor Who?"
"Doctor WHAT?!"
She laughs. "Doctor Who. A British Sci-Fi show!"
"Uh..."
"Don't worry, you'll love it! C'mon!" she says, dragging me into the living room and sitting down on a plush couch.
We watched all of season 5 that day. Laughing at the Doctor and his companions, running through time and space. The more I hung around this Kiamara, the more I fell in love with her. We liked similar things - and she made an excellent pumpkin pie.
She yawns, stretching after sitting the same position for too long. "Well, I'd best get off to bed. It's midnight."
"Okay," I say, stretching myself. I pat her on the head before I leave, turning to say, "Thanks for the great night!"
"And thank you for the company," she says, smiling.
It's Easter. I'm over at Dawn's house, watching as she finishes baking up five pumpkin pies and roasts the pumpkin seeds to eat later, throwing them in a bag and salting them. She's so calm on the outside...but I know on the inside she's hurting. She misses her mother.
Three hours later, her guests start to arrive. All are pleasant, to say the least. They each hold a present that they'll give to Dawn. I ask why they do this every year, and they answer pretty much the same. "We do this in honor of Dawn and her mother. We love her very much, and...we want to give back to her for all the nice things she's done for us. She's just so kind...and these gifts represent our appreciation for our dear friend and this time of the year when she hurts most."
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