my lucky #3

Working to slice through the ningo and ensure that the feathers remain separate, Kiada’s quite diligent in her portioning out, leaving nothing behind where at all possible (except for the bones, of course). But as she works and makes her inquiry, she listens as he makes his suggestion. A bright smile blooms onto her face and she nods with a spark of eagerness. “That would be perfect!” She chimes, ensuring that she wouldn’t have to worry about it thawing out on the trek and keep it far enough away from her to not turn her hand to stone. So while he does that and crafts it with all the practiced motions she knows he has, Kiada preps the rest of the ningo so that the feathers are separated with a beeswax case to ensure nothing from the meat clings to the feathers, where she can separate it out fully once she gets back home. k i a d a

Deimos

While Kiada worked, Deimos did too – creating, contorting, and coiling together an assembled cooler. It came together on airs and machinations, unfurling from his hands from the aspects of images within his mind, complete with icy proportions stowed away in its container – she’d be well-equipped for the venture home. “There you go,” and he extended it towards her as she finished up her own missions.

From there, she’d be able to complete the rest of her sojourn, and with a wink, he sent her on her way. “See you soon,” was a promise and a conviction – hopefully with a new arrival for her to see too.

{FIN <3}

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