Still I'm spinning like a roundabout in motion
On the front of the Kashtta, there is a small heap of angles, knotted hair, and tattered clothes. It's up against the Kashtta's wall, one hand pressed flat against the building's wall and face totally obscured by tangles. For a good few minutes, it doesn't move, but then with a small gasp, the hand balls into a fist, hits the wall, then uncurls again.
There is a tiny black kitten a few feet away, its tiny nose sniffing the air (which is not entirely fragrant, to say the least) around the heap. After a few seconds of this, the body construct person up against the wall looks over, a sharp movement, and stares at the kitten silently. And then reaches out a dirty hand.
The kitten takes a few more steps forward, and then is suddenly in Babel's lap, purring. Babel, for her part, leans back against the Kashtta and runs a finger along the kitten's spine, then bops it on the nose. "Small blue thing," she mutters at it, "do you come to talk?"
Kaden is sitting in the outside seating area of the small coffeeshop near the University Library. He's outside despite the wind because he's chainsmoking in addition to the usual mainlining of coffee into his system and the not-so-usual speed in his system, and his back still aches with the effort of keeping his wings in. His computer's open, there's a stack of books next to it, and a stack of papers next to that. He was going to do some research, or maybe a bit of reading for any of his classes, or work on class itineraries, or something to get his mind off his Calling. Instead, a small Rift seems to have plopped a small octoplatypus on the table directly in front of him. So he's going to stare at it.
He supposes that's a distraction, even if it did just ruin the book he was flipping through.
And in Grant Park, there are two wolves fighting. One's your basic timber wolf, huge and intimidating even if it's a bit on the scrawny side. However, the other is bigger, it's fur glistening like ravens' feathers and it's teeth something more akin to chrome than anything. The air around it shimmers with heat, and on occasion, when the timber wolf gets purchase on it, there's the smell of burning flesh before she lets go again.
Huck was minding her own business when the Rift threw this thing at her. She's not even sure it's alive -- it doesn't smell like it -- but it attacked her, and so she's stuck fighting. And she's not doing so well this time.
There is a tiny black kitten a few feet away, its tiny nose sniffing the air (which is not entirely fragrant, to say the least) around the heap. After a few seconds of this, the body construct person up against the wall looks over, a sharp movement, and stares at the kitten silently. And then reaches out a dirty hand.
The kitten takes a few more steps forward, and then is suddenly in Babel's lap, purring. Babel, for her part, leans back against the Kashtta and runs a finger along the kitten's spine, then bops it on the nose. "Small blue thing," she mutters at it, "do you come to talk?"
Kaden is sitting in the outside seating area of the small coffeeshop near the University Library. He's outside despite the wind because he's chainsmoking in addition to the usual mainlining of coffee into his system and the not-so-usual speed in his system, and his back still aches with the effort of keeping his wings in. His computer's open, there's a stack of books next to it, and a stack of papers next to that. He was going to do some research, or maybe a bit of reading for any of his classes, or work on class itineraries, or something to get his mind off his Calling. Instead, a small Rift seems to have plopped a small octoplatypus on the table directly in front of him. So he's going to stare at it.
He supposes that's a distraction, even if it did just ruin the book he was flipping through.
And in Grant Park, there are two wolves fighting. One's your basic timber wolf, huge and intimidating even if it's a bit on the scrawny side. However, the other is bigger, it's fur glistening like ravens' feathers and it's teeth something more akin to chrome than anything. The air around it shimmers with heat, and on occasion, when the timber wolf gets purchase on it, there's the smell of burning flesh before she lets go again.
Huck was minding her own business when the Rift threw this thing at her. She's not even sure it's alive -- it doesn't smell like it -- but it attacked her, and so she's stuck fighting. And she's not doing so well this time.