ORIGIN

when nobody came to the poor kittens aid in Cepheus, she eventually had to suck it up and fix it herself. it wasn't easy and her paws were unsteady and big, but she managed, and decided to leave.

she wandered awhile, quickly learning to leave her healing wings alone and NOT try to fly, so her little baby legs ached from the journey, but eventually she found herself in gemini, and boy was she excited.

it was so PRETTY!! all the shiny, sparkly crystals, it was so bright and gorgeous in this room and bebby never wanted to leave!

she waddled around, gasping in delight at how pretty the waterfall was, running to get a closer look

as excited as she was about the waterfall, her attention was grabbed by something hidden beside it almost immediately, running over to investigate her find

it was all swirly and pretty . she could almost see into it, but not really. it was kinda trippy! it didnt smell like anything, which was boring, but she stared at it for a minute waiting for something to happen.

The rift--so often swirling with quiet energy, but still--shimmered and distorted as Bebby drew close.

A cool wind seemed to blow through, just a short blast, something that smelled of pine needles and earth; and in tumbled something... strange.

It was a flute, though perhaps the cat-creature wouldn't yet know it as such; and though made from primitive materials, it was both well- and lovingly-crafted. The darkish grey-brown wood had been carefully sanded and polished, though it kept long bumps along its length. The grain of the wood ran perfectly along the flute, so that it seemed to carry lighter and darker lines from top to bottom. Slender vines and leaves, like ivy, had been painstakingly carved along the sides and bottom, and swirling up and around the holes at the top; these, too, were polished smooth.

It was somewhat heavy, for what it was, though very small for a flute: only about nine inches long, made for carrying in a rucksack or the like. Judging by the soft smell of wilderness that still clung to it--of forest and leaves--someone had been travelling with it in the woods before lobbing it through the rift.

Why had it been discarded? Had it? Whatever the case, it was here now; and only Bebby was there to see it bounce gently off the floor, undamaged.

@Bebby

Bebby

Game Master Dark