Submission (#8344) Approved

Honestly, Ice thought Bellmoril was more of the type of place to take part in Feyhallow events. However, she was in Ealei, and the festivities were going strong despite whatever reservations she had about it.

The small white kittom with the fiery red and orange stood on the bridge over a large gathering space below her. There was a group of kittoms there, definitely scheming. She was looking down through the treetops into the city, and just past that to the ground in the distance. She could see the rocky shore, the waves crashing into the mangroves trees with the ebb of the tide. She couldn't make out much of the rocks from this position in the foliage, but she knew they were out there in the ocean... but the clouds she could see covering the sky. They were as fluffy and white as usual, something she definitely liked to paint.

Looking down at the mischievous kittoms below her, it occurred to Ice that she wasn't much for pranks... or maybe it was the group of friends that wasn't something she was much for? It wasn't that she didn't like them, but she didn't know them. They had tried to befriend her before but she kind of kept to herself. Unfortunately, somewhere along the line... something got crossed.

The kittoms below her were plotting about scaring... her! She had heard tall tale of the kittoms in the area pulling pranks on their friends, and even on some adults... but this seemed malicious! They were talking about how they had to teach her a lesson, and Ice didn't think this was a class she wanted to attend. However, the longer she listened... the more interested she became... in pranking them before they could prank her. She leaned down and listened carefully. They were planning it when Ice went down to the docks for her usual manaberry collection, but they didn't seem like they had a solid idea yet. They were bickering a bit over who had the best idea.

Ice looked around, collected a few branches and brought them over to her bag. They didn't know this, but Ice had some talents that lent well to this sort of thing. She was crafty, very artsy in fact. She mostly did paint but that's because she felt it was more refined than what she was doing now. She was using the branches to create handles for large contraption. She had some cloth in her bag, and she used that to create a shape. She was going for something that could create a big shadow. If they wanted to scare her with a shadow, she'd just scare them before they could scare her.

Tying some parts taut and keeping other parts loose helped define the shape she was looking for. Additional smaller branches helped to create more terrorizing features such as a mouth that could move from one of the handle branches. As she worked, she could hear them discussing how they'd prepare the shadow for the dock and maybe Ice would get scared and fall in. That'd be funny, right? Ice didn't think getting cold and wet would be funny, and that's why her prank didn't involve that. She'd just scare them so bad that they'd think twice about scaring others like that again... especially her.

As she finished, they were still huddled down there. She began shaking one of the branches leaves and stomping her feet as loud as she could as she raised of the puppet to shade the sun. Below her, the shadow grew wide across the kittoms below. She moved the arms around and had the mouth chomp shut as she stomped.

She could hear a yip, and then the kittoms scattered.

They wouldn't know it was her, but maybe they wouldn't think it was such a fun idea after that.