Got the dreamer's disease
"Wow," comes the soft remark, the word carrying more of the emphasis than the tone or volume. "That's the most colors on that I've ever seen." Fern's bright gaze is solidly locked on the multicolored pinwheel of ice currently being devoured by the woman. "What does that even taste like?" In her own hands, Fern is clutching a sno-cone of fruit punch, one bright red bead dribbling down the side already. Her mouth snakes out to catch it, no drop of nectar wasted, tongue already bright red with proof of some earlier licks.
"Mine is fruit punch," she offers, hopping up on the seat next to Nova with a certain practice that suggests this is a frequent spot for her. "Although tiger's blood is also good. Except, don't worry, it's not real tiger's blood." She wrinkles her nose at the idea, then turns a very grave expression to Nova. "I checked already." Which means, she asked the vendor of the shaved ice, the fruit stand vendor, and her parents just to be sure. Ahead of them, the birds hop around with the easy, lazy fashion of those grown used to being fed. "They like it too." Cronching through an edge, lips peeled back from the kiss of the sugary cold, Fern carves through a bite size chunk. While that melts in her mouth, she pinches some off the top and scatters it out for the birds.
"Mine is fruit punch," she offers, hopping up on the seat next to Nova with a certain practice that suggests this is a frequent spot for her. "Although tiger's blood is also good. Except, don't worry, it's not real tiger's blood." She wrinkles her nose at the idea, then turns a very grave expression to Nova. "I checked already." Which means, she asked the vendor of the shaved ice, the fruit stand vendor, and her parents just to be sure. Ahead of them, the birds hop around with the easy, lazy fashion of those grown used to being fed. "They like it too." Cronching through an edge, lips peeled back from the kiss of the sugary cold, Fern carves through a bite size chunk. While that melts in her mouth, she pinches some off the top and scatters it out for the birds.
Fern
This world is gonna pull through, don't give up
