Username:Wolphee
Gender:Male
Name:Aztek
Favorite Item:An amber pendant on a simple leather string.
Story About Item:POUNCE!
“Aww… I missed it again, big brother!” little Aztek cried as he looked up at his larger sibling. The ‘it’ in question was a butterfly that was fluttering along on its merry way as Aztek gazed after it wistfully.
The older Lumirett chuckled good naturedly and ruffled his little brother’s fur, “Try again. Never give up, Azzy.” He hunkered down to look his little brother in the eyes seriously, “No matter how many times you fail, if you quit, you’ll never succeed. But there is always a chance as long as you keep trying.”
Aztek stared up in awe at the older’s Lumirett’s wisdom even as his brother stood once more and started back in the direction the butterfly had gone, flicking his little brother with his tail as he went by. Springing to his paws, Aztek scrambled after him, new determination in his eyes.
As they neared the butterfly once more, Aztek crouched, but his brother stopped him with his tail, causing him to look up again, “Wait, Azzy. Don’t go so fast… take your time. You what mom always says-”
“Patience is a virtue,” the brothers recited together, and Aztek giggled.
His brother laughed and nodded, removing his tail from his little brother’s path, “Go ahead then. And remember to be gentle or you’ll squish it.”
Aztek flicked his ears back nervously. He really didn’t want to kill the butterfly when he caught it. It was so pretty. He just wanted to hold it for a moment and see it up close. He nodded and began to crawl forward slowly, and when he was almost upon it, he carefully brought his paws together around the butterfly and there it was… in his paws!
“I did it, look!” He beamed back at his brother, holding out his paws where the butterfly was trapped inside.
His brother trotted forward to see, “Good job! I told you you’d get it.” Just then something caught his eye and he bent down to look at the shimmering object in the grass where the butterfly had so recently landed.
Losing all interest in the butterfly, Aztek let it go and bent to see what his brother was looking at it, “What is it… it’s awfully pretty.”
His brother picked it up for them to better examine, “It looks like… amber. You know what that is?”
Aztek shook his head, “It looks like a pretty stone to me.”
His brother chuckled, “Its tree sap. Sometimes tree sap turns into this hard stone-like thing, and then they call it amber.”
He let the chunk of amber drop into his little brother’s paws and Aztek stared at it intently, “Hard tree sap?” He rolled it around in his paws and watched it shine in the light, then looked up, “Can I keep it?”
His brother ruffled his fur again, “Sure. We’ll see if mom and dad know of a way to get it on a necklace for you, then you can wear it and it won’t get lost.”
Aztek’s eyes brightened at the thought, “Really! Let’s go see right now!” And with that he was gone, racing for home with his brother calling after him to wait for him.
That was years ago… Aztek never removes the amber pendant from his neck now, because only a short few months after that his brother grew ill and passed away. It reminds him of his brother, and the lesson he taught him about never giving up.