Aristotle admired the feather. His being a smaller decoration, of a rainbow spinner. He had spent hours observing the little birds and they had amazingly left him this small gift. He wore it with pride every day since he had received it. Though he wasn’t sure how Comet had acquired the feather, he was flattered that she wanted to be so much like him. It made him so happy he felt like his heart would burst, and a broad smile spread over his muzzle as he looked down at the girl. Sun and Comet had quickly become his pride and joy. He loved those two children so much it hurt. And James sweet darling James, he was the love of his life and he would do anything for him.
Aristotle listened to James and Sun’s conversation halfheartedly. Though he perked up when he heard mention of Sun and Comet going to find him a stick.
”Yeah I’m a little curious about that myself. He had told me he had wanted a stick but hadn’t explained why.” The lion mused aloud to add to the conversation to show that he was at least a little interested. But then he turned to Comet.
”So you helped him find that stick. I’m so glad you were by his side. I worry about him being out on his own.” Aristotle said to her gently. He often worried about how the little gibbon would get along on his own.
The lion looked down at the rabbit that James had brought home with him. It looked to be in pretty rough shape. The meat would still be good, but it was most likely bruised from the way the carcass looked. The lion leaned down and tore off a leg quickly crunching it down to bits and swallowing it.
”I’m so proud of you James. You really didn’t have to bring us the rabbit. But thank you.” Aristotle mused as he leaned in nuzzling James. Then suddenly he remembered Last Legs was outside waiting for him.
”I need to introduce someone!” Aristotle announced enthusiastically.
”Come on in Legs it’s okay now.” The lion called, not soon after what sounded like a dozen of Sun’s hands and feet shuffling over the ground. In through the door walked a semi-wooden structure perched atop dozens of legs of all shapes colors and sizes. The creature had no face or head to speak of and instead the entire thing tilted slightly looking as it came up behind Aristotle. It appeared as though the creature was peering around one side of Aristotle in order to see the three other gembound in front of him.
”Everyone this is Last Legs, they’re my…” Aristotle paused for a moment trying to think of what word felt right in this circumstance.
”They’re my gift from the Collector.” The lion explained.
@James
@Comet