The universe is full of magical things
The whites of her eyes are almost wide enough to take in every detail of the feast, her mouth slack in silent awe of the display. There are a thousand puzzles here and a million more questions unanswered. Where had it all come from? Where would it all go when they were gone? When and why had the tradition started? What led each person to pick the bell they'd brought? What was that movement under the tables?
She wants to know everything, but as Knell and her mom step closer to the array of tables laden with food, the other thoughts are eclipsed by divine scents she's never smelled before. The opening of her mouth becomes a succulent trap, sweet and savory mingling on her waiting tongue, tantalizing her with the vibrantly sharp smell of berries and the earthy tones of spices interspersed with the crisp white of snow.
Releasing her mom's hand, Knell's smile stretches wide. "I'll get us sweets!" Then she runs off, her longer legs still a little awkward beneath the white dress brushing against them. She heads first for the collection of small, colorful desserts where so many other people are gathered. Wide blue eyes peak up over the top of the table as her tail flicks behind her, fingers torn between which to reach for first - the red truffle looking thing, the yellow mini sandwich type dessert, or the tiny fruit cake. All look delicious.
Knell is by the desserts!
She wants to know everything, but as Knell and her mom step closer to the array of tables laden with food, the other thoughts are eclipsed by divine scents she's never smelled before. The opening of her mouth becomes a succulent trap, sweet and savory mingling on her waiting tongue, tantalizing her with the vibrantly sharp smell of berries and the earthy tones of spices interspersed with the crisp white of snow.
Releasing her mom's hand, Knell's smile stretches wide. "I'll get us sweets!" Then she runs off, her longer legs still a little awkward beneath the white dress brushing against them. She heads first for the collection of small, colorful desserts where so many other people are gathered. Wide blue eyes peak up over the top of the table as her tail flicks behind her, fingers torn between which to reach for first - the red truffle looking thing, the yellow mini sandwich type dessert, or the tiny fruit cake. All look delicious.
Knell is by the desserts!
Knell
patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
