Sep 11 2016, 08:31 PM
The cold, dirty waters surrounding the grand waterfall were lined with dust, stones, and silt; good cover for the small, silvery fish that darted in and out from within the murk, scales glinting in what low light broke the surface. They would flit through the clouds that surrounded them, chasing one another, utterly carefree, until a disturbance prompted them to return to their hiding places.
As what was happening now. In this case, the disturbance was a sudden movement from within the pond where the fish did play--a sure sign of a predator, from a fish's perspective. From a terrestrial perspective, however, it was plain to see what had caused the interruption: the shaking of a crystalline object, roundish and blue, resting quietly in the shallows. Slowly but surely it wiggled this way and that, stirring up the dust that had settled beneath the water. For a good while this was all that happened, as the thing seemed to struggle against an invisible force.
It was a gentle, chilly breeze that sped things along. As it snaked through the waterfall room, its presence seemed to make the gem-like object almost shiver, and after a few moments of rest in the cooled air, something burst forth from within. First a furry brown head, and soon two white paws and a mass of white fur. Two more snowy paws and a bushy tail quickly followed. The fox kit, before he even had the chance to open his eyes or adjust his ears, tumbled head-first into the cold water below.
Though the icy feeling on his new skin did not irk him--indeed, it felt quite pleasant--the rush of water into his nostrils and mouth prompted the kit to cough and sputter. His ears drowned in the noise of the waterfall around him, and upon finally opening his eyes he found he could discern nothing but inky darkness.
Dazed, the kit managed to steady himself and sit down with a clumsy splash, as he flicked his ears this was and that and sniffed the air for something he could not yet name: answers.
As what was happening now. In this case, the disturbance was a sudden movement from within the pond where the fish did play--a sure sign of a predator, from a fish's perspective. From a terrestrial perspective, however, it was plain to see what had caused the interruption: the shaking of a crystalline object, roundish and blue, resting quietly in the shallows. Slowly but surely it wiggled this way and that, stirring up the dust that had settled beneath the water. For a good while this was all that happened, as the thing seemed to struggle against an invisible force.
It was a gentle, chilly breeze that sped things along. As it snaked through the waterfall room, its presence seemed to make the gem-like object almost shiver, and after a few moments of rest in the cooled air, something burst forth from within. First a furry brown head, and soon two white paws and a mass of white fur. Two more snowy paws and a bushy tail quickly followed. The fox kit, before he even had the chance to open his eyes or adjust his ears, tumbled head-first into the cold water below.
Though the icy feeling on his new skin did not irk him--indeed, it felt quite pleasant--the rush of water into his nostrils and mouth prompted the kit to cough and sputter. His ears drowned in the noise of the waterfall around him, and upon finally opening his eyes he found he could discern nothing but inky darkness.
Dazed, the kit managed to steady himself and sit down with a clumsy splash, as he flicked his ears this was and that and sniffed the air for something he could not yet name: answers.