Submission (#5778) Approved

Booooring

Kiddos’s workshops were the worst.
RICQLES was the worst too. Liwood gave a menacing gaze in response at the concerned face the nurse showed her. The white and green elnin didn’t insist and went back taking care of the younglings after a nod.

Who did he think he was ? Yay he was all big and stuff but she knew him as a kittom too. He was just a bit earlier, that’s all. To be honest she could grow whenever she would like ! She was just… waiting for the right time. Plus, this whole « work » and « adulting » stuff didn’t seemed as fun as they pretended to be.
She cherrished her liberty. Being a kittom was quite fine on this point.

Well… usually it was.

She sighted and looked at Baba, her sister, who seemed even more depressed about the « task ». It was a pain, it was tedious… It was… A punishment.
Hedera has found them earlier this day on a quite good prank they settled for the customers of the caravan. Honestly, it was an exciting plan, they could have won so much money from… Raah.
Every adults of the caravan were earning money in a way or another (except Ricqlès, he was dull and useless) why sanction them when they were just trying to do THE SAME.
Hed gave them a whole and long, and painfull lecture about truth and honesty and other dumb stuff like that and, as it wasn’t enough, she grounded them to the kiddos’s trailer for the rest of the day.
And it was a « scuplting with clay » kind of day.

She stabbed her ball of clay with her tool and looked outside.

Azha. The caravan had settled just on the border of the big Desert City. She wasn’t a big fan of this sandy region but she DID love big cities. Each one of them were like a treasure chest, full of suprises, exotic markets and colorfull stalls, amazing restaurants with extraordinary food, crowds of people and so… Armies of wealthy targets to practice their arts.

At night, it was even better. The atmosphere was changing, less hot, more mysterious, thousands of metallic and ornamented lanterns were displaying all the colors on the white walls of the streets. Heavy and rich embroiedered curtains were displayed everywhere, purple, red, safron and gold on the walls, above the alleys, hidding the plain sight, hidding secrets in every corner. Spices and bold perfums melting the thoughts, sweet and intoxicating.

She sighed… How she wanted to adventure in the city at sunset…
But grounded she was.

Frustrated she threw her anger on her « task ». The clay ball received quite the cruel treatment as she was graving scars in it. She stroke it, imitating with a violent twist the same gestures that the kittoms were peacefully  processing since the beginning of the workshop.
Few of them took they work in their hands and moved away on another table, a farther one.

Two holes appeared. She formed two small eyeballs between her fingers and smashed them in it. She moldeled a curvy and twisted nose and dug a cruel smile with her fang. With two other pieces of clay, she curved some angry eyebrowns that made the very small eyes « pop » even more and…

Someone screamed just next to her.

Shocked she stared at Akai, one of the youngest kittom of the caravan running away from the place. Bubo put her dirty hands on her mouth with a silent gasp, even Kami let go a muffled scream while staring at…
The awful and scary face Liwood just made from her own hands.

Liwood looked at them and at the fear and disgust in of their eyes.
And then, she slowly looked at her creation.
Ricqlès was already on his way to sermon her, he was gonna be soooo mad.

But a slow and satisfied smile was growing on her face.