Close comforts
Within the confines of a large tree trunk, small speckles of light coming from windows embedded within the tree peer out into the shadows of the marsh. Inside, a small family of elnins lay resting. In one room in-particular a kittom the colour of lava lay sleeping. His quilted comforter coloured green with floral white and red accents, lay strewn about overtop and underneath him. His lop ears gently twitched in reaction to something he was dreaming about. His fiery luminous suffusion glowing a golden white in time with his steady breathing gently left a soft yellow-white glow around his body. A lone firefly, flitted in through the open window of his room, buzzing about lazily before settling on the sleeping kittom's nose. The sleeping kittom twitched and yawned opening sleepy red and gold eyes to look down upon his glowing companion. Quietly he sat upright in his bed, his golden main and tufts of hair somewhat dishevelled, as he scratched his neck. He looked sharply at his pomu's lantern, gently resting on a plush red pillow with white embroidered flowers. Sadly the lantern is still there, he thought to himself, before falling back into his plush pillow, while still staring at his pomu's lantern.
The crystal within was coloured a gradient of crimson to gold, mirroring his own dual-toned anima. The lantern itself had been hand crafted by him earlier this season with the help of his Dad, Ripple, and some local artisans that his Dad knew. He remembered the process fondly. The finished lantern, was made of polished Mirisian wood, and shaped so that it cradled his pomu's crystal comfortably, while fashioned to create the shape of fire. The strong curves resembled a flame in full blast. Small glass windchimes, adorned the base of the wood, coloured to match his pomu's fiery gradient, and a single red string hung from the centre of his lantern, all the way to the floor.
After a few more minutes of wishing in vain that his pomu would reappear and that the miasma season would be over. The lava themed kittom grumpily pushed his bedsheets to the side and got out of bed. He grabbed a bright red scarf from his open suitcase, and glanced out the twirled branches of the tree window to see what the weather was like outside.
It was dimly lit outside too. He could make out the murky green waters of the river several tree-houses over, the pond reeds and river cattails waved gently in what must've been a nice breeze. A small spattering of afternoon light, making its way through the thick canopy of trees above, lit a portion of the tree branches overhung with moss, and the waters below.
It must be late afternoon, he thought to himself. Before shrugging and heading outside his bedroom closing the door softly so not to disturb his pomu's sleep.
He walked out onto the well-kept wooden landing. Woven out of polished wood, it was an open-air split level apartment. The landing he was on had all his family's bedrooms, connected to a staircase that led down towards the main apartment. He leaned on the wooden railing of the landing looking down across the apartment. The front door was closed, and the lounge was well kept in a similar theme to his own bedroom. A dark green carpet with red flowers adorned the floor, and a couple of couches made from a similar wooden frame as the apartments railing, had plush red couch cushions and small pillows in the same red, but adorned with white embroidered flowers. A large low coffee table, sat in amongst the couches, adorned with a small terrarium of moss. A magical fire crackled in the hearth nearby.
This EyrBnB thing Dad had come across had been a real lifesaver when the Miasma season hit, he thought to himself. Definitely one of those "superhost" apartments... or whatever Dad was talking about the other day, he mused to himself. Suddenly he smelt something nice, wafting in the air. His little black nose twitched at the smell of fresh cookies being baked. Licking his lips, he bounded down the staircase into the lounge, his meadow tail gently bobbing up and down with excitement.
He leaped onto the couch to announce his presence, splaying out in it's comfortable cushions.
"I smell cookies!" he yelled out loudly to the next room over, the kitchen.
"Well, we had to entertain ourselves SOMEHOW given you were fast asleep." Hiroka, his sister, said giving an eye roll, as she sauntered into the lounge a platter of cookies resting atop. Her floral patterns giving off glints of gold from the metallic suffusion outlining them, and her long hybrid tail sweeping the floor behind her.
"Yeah, Cal, what'd you expect your sister and me to do? Sit here twiddling our thumbs in miasma season? No way." Calcifer's Dad, Ripple, said teasingly, also bringing in a second platter of cookies. His vibrant blue and gold markings and emberglow suffusion, standing out from the decor of the room.
Calcifer smacked his lips, and glanced at the spread of cookies. Chocolate chip, Triple choclate chunk, and.... red velvet?! He eagerly grabbed a few pawsful and munched away hungrily and happily. His sister and Dad both sat on the couch as well and tucked into the delicious spread. Well, maybe this miasma season won't be so bad after all... he thought to himself, content at last.
