Destiny turned briefly to follow Fira's gaze, only to halt and stay still as she realized that Fira's aim was to examine the gem on the back of her head. The little creature seemed a little restless, as though she was eager to see Fira's face again. "Oh, how nice!" Destiny said with a flourish, her high pitched voice rising with glee.

And then Fira gave her a tiny compliment. The change that went over Destiny was immediate, as a considering and surprised look spread over her face. "R-reeeaally?" she asked, awe in her voice. "Th-thank you! O-oh my! No-one's ever called me pretty afore... Usually it's weird and-d funny... Not that that's a bad thing! But oh! P-p-pretty!" she trembled happily at the thought but cut herself off before she'd embarrass herself anymore. But there was still an aura of joy radiating from her.

Fira spoke again, and Destiny looked sideways at her friend, her eyes scattering fiery rainbows. She listened intently, absorbing every word like a sponge and focusing so deeply it seemed a wonder she didn't inflate like a balloon. "I... Well, I wanna give it a go!" Destiny declared, though she didn't seem quite convinced she'd actually be able to pull it off. "You think I'll be able to?"


@Fira -- I'm good for anything! Maybe take it to a new thread though!! ^^

And thus came Fira’s first realization that maybe her new friend had a thing with the word and the meaning of Pretty. Being who she was — a cat of action and not so much reflection — this was something she herself would probably never care about. As stated, Fira had no… need to be called pretty. She didn’t really care what people thought of her looks, only her deeds. Actually, she didn’t much care what people thought of her in general, although if they were gonna judge her on something, at least let it be what she could do and not what she looked like.

But… watching Destiny’s reaction to being called pretty put into her young mind the idea that people reacted to the same thing in different ways. There were multiple ways one could deal with a person if one kept in mind the way they reacted to certain things. For instance, if she ever needed something from the platypus, she’d be sure to shower her with compliments beforehand to butter her up. I mean, not that she’d ever do such a sneaky thing to a friend, but…

Right. Drifting off again. Something about Destiny wanting to try out Fira’s color-changing spell. Without really knowing exactly what had been said, she replied, “Uhhh, yeah. You can try it if you want. Sure.”

[This story to be continued in a new thread, so, effectively Exit Fira]

Words: 224 @Destiny -- I will start the new thread and tag you in it.

Destiny knew that she would never be strong or fast like Fira would be, but she didn't mind. The tiniest things in life mattered more; all her flaws, really, were irrelevant so long as she was happy despite them. Perhaps one day she'd try to get stronger or faster or better with magic, but for now, life went on. She was just happy to exist here in this wonderful world, even if she wasn't pretty or strong or fast or...

Destiny shook her head to get those thoughts away.

Fira had just called her pretty! That was something! And it made her heart light up with pure joy. From that moment on there'd be a different light in the strange little girl's eyes as she looked at the leopard, who for a long while was silent. "Thank you," she breathed, softly and sincerely.

Fira encouraged her to give the magic a go, and Destiny was eager not to disappoint. Even if she failed, perhaps Fira would be lucky enough to see her gem flash again.

She moved cautiously to the water's edge where she could just about see herself in the water over her bill.

"Let's give this a go."



@Fira -- thank you!