Some rules about these guys:
~ They are a special event group of four for the fourth of July; independence day for the United States.
~ Once breeding begins, this group of four may not be bred together.
~ Their special wings may not be passed to offspring; colors will once more be dulled to normal colors particular to the Fen's coat.
~ The brindle may be passed onto the offspring, but less in quantity.
This Fen holds white cabbage wings.
~ They are a special event group of four for the fourth of July; independence day for the United States.
~ Once breeding begins, this group of four may not be bred together.
~ Their special wings may not be passed to offspring; colors will once more be dulled to normal colors particular to the Fen's coat.
~ The brindle may be passed onto the offspring, but less in quantity.
This Fen holds white cabbage wings.
Ianite wrote:Username: Ianite
Name: Titan
Age: 4
Gender: Male
Height: 12.3
Answer: When Titan had been younger, the fireworks had scared him. For all he knew, they were explosions, intent on making him their target. How was he to know of their significance? Their beauty? They were, to him, but booms in the distance. He had never seen them; why should he? Titan certainly wasn't going stick around, not when he was so sure of their danger. No, he would hide, and thus remained completely unaware of what he was missing.
This was how Titan behaved for his first two years of life; running from the moment he heard the first firework.(Though he would not have called them 'fireworks.' They were a nameless threat).
Titan was barely two years old when he discovered the truth behind the noise he had dreaded for so long. It was Fourth of July, but he knew it only as a day to be spent hiding. He had already heard the first fireworks, yet the sky had hardly begun to darken. Likely someone had been impatient to begin their celebrations. Titan quickly began to search for cover, but his eye caught on something much different than a hiding spot; a hill atop which three Fensaers were standing, gazing upwards at the sky. Had they not heard the telltale explosions? Were they not afraid? Surely he should warn them, so they would not be caught unaware.
Already uneasy, Titan hurried towards them; he knew he did not have much time left. "Hey!" he called when he was a short distance away. "What are you guys doing here?"
"We're here to watch the fireworks." Said one Fensaer, as if it were obvious.
"...fireworks?" Titan was, at this point, thoroughly confused. Why weren't these Fensaers hiding? And what the heck was a firework?
"Ya know, the big light things in the sky? It's Fourth of July!"
"Wait, what's special about the fourth of July?"
"Really? I mean, I guess it's more of a human thing, but you're the first Fen I've met who didn't know what Fourth of July was. It's Independence Day! The humans have a big celebration. I know it may not mean a whole lot to you or I, but it sure means a lot to them. Basically, some old dudes signed a piece of paper a long time ago, and this is the day they chose to represent it with. But that's not the point."
"Then what is the point? Fireworks?"
"No, you don't get it! The point is what it represents! It's a symbol of their freedom- Our freedom!"
"Oh." Titan was more confused than ever.
"Here, come watch with us. I'll explain more while we wait."
"Erm, I would, but I have to get going... And you should too... The explosions are gonna start soon, and I certainly don't wanna be caught out in the open."
"What? The explo- Oh, you mean the fireworks! Why don't you wanna watch them?"
"Watch them? Why would I want to do that?"
"You really don't get it, do you? Come wait with us, I promise it's safe, and you'll see."
"Well... Okay, I guess." Titan moved to stand beside the other Fensaer, still wary, but a bit more confident.
"Hey, I never asked; what's your name?"
"Titan. You?"
"Lucas. Call me Luke." The Fensaer said with a smile.
As they waited together for the fireworks to begin (Lucas with anticipation and Titan with apprehension), Lucas told Titan everything he could about Fourth of July; What it meant, what it stood for, and how it effected them, even after all this time. As they spoke, they were joined by others, until the entirety of the hill was covered with spectators, just waiting for the first firework to appear in the night sky.
The first firework was red. It seemed to fill the night sky, and it enveloped Titan's heart in utter awe. His eyes widened, and he didn't even flinch when the once-terrifying boom shattered the relatively quiet evening. And then a second appeared, and a third, until they came in such quick succession that they overlapped. After particularly beautiful fireworks, a collective "ooh" or "ahh" rose from the crowd, as seemed to be the tradition.
When the last firework faded from existence, Titan sighed deeply. He glanced to his side, where Lucas still had his eyes fixed upwards, as if hoping that perhaps just one more firework would grace the sky with its presence.
"Lucas," said Titan hesitantly. "Thank you."
"No problem!" Lucas tore his gaze away from the sky, "See ya for New Years?"
"Of course. I'll be here."
And at New Years they met, and they watched, and then again at the next Independence Day celebration. They would meet at the hill, and act as if it had just been yesterday when they had seen each other last. Tomorrow, Fourth of July, they will meet again and watch the fireworks which Titan had once feared so much, but now so dearly loved.
