Caelus had never been the type of Kittom to care for festivities. He viewed them as nothing more than distractions from his training and adventuring, temporary and meaningless activities that were noisy, irritating, and overly cheerful. Even now, in the hot deserts of Ahza, he found himself growing irritated by the towering decorations getting in the way of his training. Even so, he'd remind himself in his head, almost like a mantra, of his sister Phos scolding him for his constant irritation at the idea of being pulled away from his adventures. He could almost hear her voice in his head as he padded down the wide, open streets of a desert town something along the lines of "Geez, do you have to always be so knuckleheaded?!" ringing in his ears. He flattens his ears with a grimace at the thought.
His gaze absentmindedly wanders to the scenery around him. It wasn't like he was someone to appreciate nature, but he honestly disliked the hustle and bustle of the towns and cities, even in a wide, open place like Ahza. He almost relished in the way the spreading dunes of sand were white-hot against his quick paws dashing across the scenery where he'd feel the wind brush his fur. In comparison, the hardened roads of the town were boring and too crowded for him to race. It didn't help that due to nightfall having long passed, the ground was cold. He longingly gazes out to a nearby oasis attached to a river that passes through the town. If only he could be there, amongst the palm trees and tumbleweed, instead of here, suffocating in the pumpkins and cheery festivities. He grumbles as his attention turns to a few other kittoms passing by, cheerily whispering to one another about some local superstition. How childish, Caelus thought to himself. He puffed his chest out in pride with a snide smirk. At least he wasn't so immature to get spooked by such silly stories like some kind of scaredy pom-
It happened in an instant; one minute, Caelus was striding down the street, and the next, he'd found himself flipped over on his back, having stumbled over SOMETHING with the realisation that he couldn't move. He waits a few moments in shock, twitching his legs, before he feels his breathing quicken and his heart pound. He can't move. Something gross - something almost slimy is stuck to his fur, tangling him in place in a position where he was facing the ground, limiting his movement so that he can only squirm. His squirms quickly grow into violent thrashing as the air grows thick around him; he's trapped, he's trapped, he doesn't know what to do! The whole world feels like it's growing hotter and hotter, his head's getting lighter and lighter and it's getting harder to breathe, he feels tears sting at his eyes and just as he feels a scream begin to rise in his throat ---
"Hey, dude, you okay?" It's a familiar voice, and it's only then Caelus realises he can move again. He turns around, shakily getting to his feet. It's the kittoms from earlier, looking at him with a mix of amusement and concern, gigglimg to theirselves. "You, uh... looked like you were in a bit of trouble there, so we helped you out. Were you watching where you were going?"
The stubborn kit feels his face begin to flush as he looks to the broken pieces of bunting at his paws covered in very Feyhallow-ish hues. Obviously, they were just decorations. He's so embarrassed that he doesn't know what to say!
"S...S-Shuddup!" He yells, running off to the comfort of the nearby oasis to lick his wounds - and by wounds, he meant his shattered pride. How embarrassing!
