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76heart ● arianne ● octopus ● day one ● 735 words
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❝ How does your kalon feel about their cruise breaking down? ❞
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Truthfully, she didn't mind it. She so wanted to say that she did, that she hated the feeling of sand between the toes of her paws, and the beautiful crisp freshness of the air, but she couldn't, she just couldn't. It was all too beautiful for her to ever hate, and it reminded her of the story books that had been read to her when she was but a small child.
The plants, and all the nature were too wonderful for her to be upset about the cruise breaking down, too. Where she came from, in her world, plants were a scarcity, a rare survivor peaking through the cracks of grand buildings once tall and proud, now laying in a ruined rubble on the side of the street that no one cared enough to pick up. The plants she saw in her home were all small, barely breathing and there, nothing but small, hardy survivors clinging to the little dirt and water they could, and begging for the day their sun's light managed to creep through the smog of a world always shrouded in night, lit up by horrendous neon lights and signs, and warning lights from flying ships and cars on their air streets. It wasn't a pretty world, not even the cities where care and upkeep were actually present could be called pretty, nor could the circus she lived in. It used to be pretty in her eyes, with a myriad of beautiful decorations, with lights and pearls and soft silky fabrics, but now that she was older, and had become used to it, it's beauty had faded in her eyes. The circus was nothing but a trick, an illusion meant to fool the world and hide the darkness there truly was, but this place, this island was real, and it was beautiful, and unlike anything she had ever seen before. She couldn't be angry at it crashing when it showed her something beautiful, and new.
She had even been a little scared to step foot onto the green tendrils of grass she had never once seen outside of faded books and pictures of times long since gone and forgotten, but it had been a mix of heart racing excitement, and nerves that made her heart race even more, so she had been able to hide it well, and even if she hadn't been able to, she could just say the crashing of the cruise had left her more than a little shaken, which in truth, had not, but no one else needed to know that. Showing fear was a weakness, and she wasn't about to do that in a world unfamiliar to her own in a land where she knew no one.
It had felt nice, though, the grass, when she had finally found the courage to set a paw upon it. It had been so soft, the slim tendrils kissing and tickling the pads of her feet with each step, and making her want to stand in them forever. She wasn't sure if it was like that everywhere, but here on the island it felt so luscious and vibrant and bright verdant and soft, and she couldn't wait until she found out what the moss felt like, because if this was soft, the moss had to feel as soft as clouds.
The animals were something she was familiar with, but in her world they were captive, trapped in terrible attempts to keep their species alive, and it was much nicer to see them here, free. Each one she spotted just looked so, so happy, and she wished the ones in her home could feel that someday too, and be free again. Only the ones that were native to her homeland, and had changed to adapt to the mess her world was in now were free, and even they looked miserable. She hoped they'd feel this freeness someday too, just far away from her, because they were very mighty and terrifying beasts that were dangerous, except for the few in her circus, they had come to see her as a safe and trusted friend, not food. Those ones could stay with her, and she wished she could have brought them along.
Anyway, she was almost happy that it had crashed, and that the infernal rocking and swaying on that god forsaken boat was no longer all she could feel and focus on.