by eltonn » Wed Mar 16, 2022 6:39 pm
laughter [836 words]
Wicke could clearly remember the first time that they had heard Agnes laugh. The two of them had been born in the same colony, a city with rigid rules and even more rigid hearts. They never spoke of it these days. Wicke didn’t know what things that Agnes had decided to turn forbidden when she spoke with the Administrator, and they never asked. They didn’t want to know. After all, they had marked them as forbidden for themself- so to ask would be taboo no matter what Agnes had chosen. There were…small things they had spoken of. Mutual friends mentioned rarely in passing, a swear from their homeland, a shared yearning for the song nights that they would spend hours at.
Funnily enough, though they had lived together all their lives, the two storkies didn’t know each other well until the incident occurred. After that, they spent a lot of time together. They had always known the other existed, but never tried to start conversations or get to know them. They were just another face in the crowd. The idea that fate had been forcing their little statuettes together was amusing to Wicke. Never paying attention to her was probably why they had never seen Agnes laugh until that time.
The two of them had been traveling together for quite some time. The winter chill had set in soon after their exodus, and despite their initial distaste for each other, they banded together during that time. They both knew that it would be a death sentence not to. The winters up north easily could kill a storkie on their own, and huddling for warmth was the best chance of survival they had.
The first days were rough. Huddled in their snow-den, the two of them had been hungry, irritable, and cramped. Worst of all was the boredom. Their frosty breath and body heat provided little entertainment in their icy tomb. Wicke wasn’t sure how many feet of snow had encased them in that hole in the ground, but it was enough that re-digging the air hole took a lot more time than expected. By the time the storm had stopped, Agnes and Wicke had had ample time to swap stories and realize how similar they were. After that initial bonding, the two became fast friends.
It happened when they had first fully emerged from the hole. There had already been a few inches of snow on the ground when they started digging, so the pair had little idea of the lay of the land underneath. Wicke had exited first - they were more curious and excitable in those days - and seconds after they called to Agnes that the storm had stopped, the calico’s fluffy head emerged behind them.
The two spent a few moments in silence, taking time to appreciate the crispness of the fresh air after slogging through the stale air they had become used to. Once their lungs felt suitably clean again, Wicke took a tentative step forward. When the ground held solid, they took a second. At that, their pride got the better of them, and Wicke began to walk ahead.
Nearly immediately, they plunged into a soft snowdrift with a yelp. They fell far enough that only their ears poked up above the snowline. “Wicke? Are you hurt?” Agnes’ concerned mew sounded from where she had been standing at the den entrance.
Wicke huffed in annoyance and began to dig at the walls formed around them to create a ramp so they could hop out. “I’m cold!” Wicke complained. “My whiskers are going to fall off.” They had been saying that for days now. Anges took it to mean that Wicke was fine.
It took a bit of effort before they emerged again, twitching their whiskers with satisfaction at the feat. Agnes took one look at their face and the defiant look in their eyes and began to laugh. It was much clearer than Wicke had expected it to be, and infectious. Wicke couldn’t help but giggle in response as they asked what was so funny.
“The snow on your head- It may just be the hunger talking, but it really does look like you’ve got a mouse perched there, just watching us flounder around like spring salmon!” Agnes says once her chuckling calms, only for it to quickly start back up again.
Wicke smirked, then quickly began to bat at the snow on their head. “Well, then I’m gonna catch it, and we’ll have ourselves a feast!” They succeeded in knocking the snow off as well as making Agnes laugh again.
It was a welcome sound after everything the pair had been through.
Now, as Wicke weaved the honeysuckle vines into the cracks in their den wall, they couldn’t help but wonder if Agnes had known then where they would be now. Maybe it was a knowing laugh, looking forward to the pillars that they would become for each other. Could she have known? Wicke thought that maybe she did.
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