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A Pomefiore student that sucked at potions. Now that was unheard of. And yet, here Furo was staying after class for extra alchemy lessons. A string of brewed potions lined a nearby table as Professor Crewel and M.P. Furo stood around a cauldron.
“I do not understand this. You understand the fundamentals and when I am here to assist you perform wonderfully. Why is it when I leave you alone to brew the potion it ends up askew, Pup?” Crewel tapped his leashed pointer to the side of the cauldron perplexed.
Furo shrugged their shoulders with a nervous glance to the side. “I’m not sure, Master Crewel...I’m positive that I do everything like how I did under your guidance,” Furo nervously tapped their fingers together.
“I want you to complete this potion by yourself next,” Crewel instructed as he turned the textbook to a new recipe. “I will be in a neighboring section cultivating more ingredients for my next extra lesson. Please try and not destroy my lab.”
“Yes, Master Crewel,” Furo nodded while they clutched the spoon desperately. When the professor left, Furo let out a long sigh. They muttered to themselves, “You got this, M.P. Just...don’t blow anything up. Easy.”
They slowly gathered the ingredients together, triple checking along the way. Furo awkwardly shuffled around the boiling cauldron as they followed the recipe exactly. “Ah, okay okay. The cauldron is heated properly, good. Now I have to~...let it simmer no longer than 15 minutes and don’t touch it,” Furo read a few steps ahead as they finished one. They squinted as they mumbled aloud, “If potion is disturbed during this time will cause a volatile reaction leading to unpredictable results.”
Furo stepped away from the cauldron after finishing the sentence. “So, no touchy. Got it. What do I do after that?”
“What are you doing here, house pet?”
“Aye!” Furo jumped in place in, startled. When they turned around, Silas was there in his lab coat with a pile of notebooks in his arm. “Great Seven, you scared the crap out me, you leopard punk!”
“You should learn to be more aware of your surroundings then, pet.” Silas huffed. “Where’s Crewel?”
“He went that way,” Furo pointed off into a maze of plants. “Are you here for extra lessons too?”
“So, what if I am?” Silas grew defensive at their question.
Furo placed the open book down on the table with a roll of their eyes. “Well I’m here too, so I thought I’d ask.”
"Hmph, so even people born with smarts have to study sometimes," He mumbled. Silas got a peak at the potion that bubbled and foamed. The liquid was on the brink of boiling over. He grabbed a spoon to try and stir it, but before he touched it, Furo slapped it out of his hand.
“OW! What the fu-!” Silas yelled.
“Don’t touch it! The instructions say not to touch it for 15 minutes!” Furo yelled back when they grabbed the spoon.
“It’s boiling over!”
“No touchy! I need to do this right!” Furo tried to shoo him away. “Master Crewel is over there! Go talk to him, punk!”
“Stop pushing me, house pet!” Silas growled as his tail flicked.
Furo gave one last nudge before turning around. They looked at the potion and whispered, “I’m pretty sure that it isn’t supposed to be that color though...”
Furo grabbed the textbook again and read through it. As they flipped through the pages, the cauldron started to pop and gurgle. Silas turned around to see it jostling around, Furo still nose deep in the textbook trying to find out what was happening. “Hey, pay attention!”
“I am!” Furo snapped back. They got closer as they clutched the textbook. “It says that everything should be fine if it smells like green apple.”
“Don’t get closer, you idiot!” Silas stomped back over, slamming his notebooks onto the table. “You really have a knack for attracting danger and dragging me in it!
The potion became more volatile as the bickering ensued.
“One, how am I supposed to smell it if I don’t get closer, hm? Two, I don’t get into dangerous situations as often as when we were kids anymore and there were far more dangerous ones that you have no clue of!” Furo listed out. “And three, this does not smell green apple so please go get Crewel!”
Silas was already next to them and grabbing the back of their collar. “You’re not staying here!”
Furo scoffed but stopped themselves as the potion boiled over. They backed into Silas and tried to push him back as they kept themselves between him and the potion going wrong. “S-silas, get back! I’m not sure what it’s gonna do!”
“What are you - Hey watch out!” With a loud pop and a cloud of foam, the potion erupted. Silas switched places with Furo at the last minute, getting soaked with the liquid.
Furo coughed and fanned away the steam in their face. Silas’ lab coat and clothes were in a pile in front of them. Furo stood slack jawed as Crewel ran around the corner. “What happened?!” he asked. He saw the mess and a distraught Furo.
“I don’t- It was fine, then boiling, and the punk - oh no - it didn’t smell like green apples and - I melted Silas...” Furo fumbled trying to explain only to stare blankly at the pile of clothes. They repeated, “I...melted Silas. Oh, Great Seven, I turned my childhood friend into a puddle of goo...”
“Why would I be friends with a stupid house pet like you?!” a small voice yelled out of the pile of clothing. Furo and Crewel looked in bewilderment as a small pair of fluffy ears and chubby cheeks of a child Silas.
“THANK GOODNESS YOU AREN’T DEAD!!” Furo hollered. They scooped the bundle of clothing with Silas in it and hugged it tightly.
“What are you- let go!” Silas pushed against Furo. “Why are you bigger than me?!”
“It seems the potion turned the cat back into a kitten, but he retained his mental age,” Crewel got closer, glaring at Furo. “Haaa...seems like this pup made a mess.”
“I really don’t know what happened...” Furo sulked, still holding a young Silas.
“Well, it will take me some time to prepare an antidote, and clean this up. You should keep watch over him until then. It should be ready by tomorrow morning.”
“I have to be like this till tomorrow?!” Silas hissed.
“Yes. Now, take your things and leave. We will reschedule both of your extra lessons,” Crewel gathered the notebooks Silas had brought and handed them over to Furo before swiftly shoving them out of the room.
Furo stood there for a moment. Child Silas in one arm and a ton of textbooks and notebooks in the other. “Well...that could have been worse.”
“I’m. Tiny.” Silas curtly pointed out.
“So am I, you get used to it,” Furo countered.
“Why is it always me that gets dragged into your messes? I swear this never happens to those fae pests you hang around,” Silas grumbled.
“I told you to leave me be, but you kept second guessing me!”
“If you had just let me-”
“Let you help? The whole point was that I brewed it on my own.”
“Ugh! You...if I hadn’t...tch, damn house pet...” Silas pouted and crossed his arms.
They walked through the halls of the school in silence for a while after that. Furo started the conversation up with a softer tone. “I am sorry you got involved with this.” Silas didn’t respond. Furo nodded to themselves at the suspected behavior, but flinched slightly as more weight leaned onto their one arm.
Silas now leaned on Furo, still pouting. Furo stifled a laugh, but it didn’t go unnoticed by the leopard. “What are you laughing about?”
“Oh, nothing really,” Furo smiled. “I just think this is the first time I hugged your child self. You never used to let me when we were kids.”
“I- that’s...Why would I hug the person that bit my tail?” Silas grumbled.
Furo rolled their eyes, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now, are we going to Savanaclaw or Pomefiore?”
“I don’t want to step foot in the suffocating perfume dorm,” Silas hissed, “but I’d rather not deal with my dormmates like this either.”
“Diasomnia it is! We can visit Aurora and Rozalie-senpai!” Furo decided cheerfully.
“F*** no! You better not take me there, house pet!”
“Too late, punk, we’re going!” Furo laughed as they stepped through the mirror.
Furo was running around frazzled. They had crates filled with crafts, both finished and unfinished, that they pushed around and stacked. They muttered to themselves as they sorted through some papers and other stationary supplies.
"I'll need to bring my yarn back to work on the loom, but Mama should have the other supplies...Oh! She'll have the paper cutter! That'll make things so much easier."
When you approached, they looked up at you with wide eyes. It took Furo a moment to figure out who was speaking to them. They blinked away their confusion and smiled.
"Oh, hello there!" Furi greeted as they packed away more items. "What am I doing? Getting ready for my hometown's fair! It's a fundraising event held annually. My family is in charge of putting it together this year, so my mom asked me to come back and help out."
Furo kept multitasking. When you asked another question, they stopped ans starred at you with excitement. "There is so much to do! There are food stands, vendors, sports events and shows, judged events, and much more! There is something for everyone!"
"Of course you can come along! My parents said I was free to bring as many friends as I wanted. It is an open event after all. Just don't be alarmed if my mom puts you to work," Furo sighed. "She already volunteered me to make crafts to sell..."
This is an event I'll be doing until March 31st. Feel free to ask questions/interactions with Furo and their family! I'll answer them in character. I'll be posting a small story and art regarding this with some other people's OCs as well.
OCs by Others Making an Appearance:
Aurora Puerstella & Slyvan Maywood by @waiting-on-a-dream
Anastasia Alon by @what-nani-ano
Pip Suit and Rozalie Enchantiane by @sugarandmelody
Basil Balanaga and Ceridian Christides by @squidwen
Blake O'Hare-Hill and Thais Adamante by @zackcrazyvalentine
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This came out long, but it was worth it! Enjoy some chaos!
The town was a buzz with fair preparations. The car went slowly as people crossed the road randomly. Some villagers waved into the windows of the vehicle who recognized the owner. The car kept going until it pulled down a long, thin driveway. A bunch of various vehicles were already parked in the fields leading up.
Furo leaned forward to put their head up front with their siblings. “Who else is here?”
“Basically, the entire clan,” Vormel answered. “Uncle Skips’ side and Aunt Kiki are the only ones not coming. Everyone else is here already.”
“Even the youngins?” Furo raised an eyebrow.
“Especially the youngins,” Nilgiri nodded.
Furo sat back with a soft plop. Vormel parked, and everyone disembarked with their luggage. Before the group could make it to the door, a middle-aged lady with skin as golden as the savannah sun and hair a dark, red-brown mass of curls came bouncing out towards them. “MY BABY’S HOME!”
“Hi Ma-Agh!” Furo’s sentence was truncated by the bone crushing hug of their mother.
“And you all must be Mustela’s friends!” the woman turned to the rest of them, not letting go of their youngest child. “Thank you all for coming!”
“Thank you for inviting us, Ma’am,” Thais greeted the kind lady.
“Miss Melli is fine hun. Now, let me see if I can put names to faces...” Miss Melli put Furo down and stood in front of the group and gazed across them. “You must be Thais, and the other goat beastman is Slyvan?”
“Yes, that’s me,” Slyvan nodded.
She continued, “The one with two-toned hair is...Anastasia? And the girl next to her is Ceridian?”
“Ceridwen,” she corrected.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Ceridwen,” Furo’s mothermade a mental note. “The naga must be Basil. Next to him is Blake, right?”
“You got it!” Blake nodded with a big smile.
“A pleassure to meet you, Missss Mellie,” Basil nodded his head.
“Then there are the fae children! I’d recognize Rozalie with those red tresses, and then Aurora! Nice to finally meet you!”
“I guess Furo talked about us a lot, huh,” Aurora chuckled.
“My hair seems to be my distinctive trait,” Rozalie surmized. “If it makes it easier for you to recall my name, then I am glad.”
“And you must be the freshman that Mustela took in!” Miss Mellie said as she walked up to Pip. “Now what was it? Chip?”
“My name is Pip, Mrs. Furo! Pip Suit!” Pip enthusiastically held out her hand to shake Miss Mellie’s
“Pip! At least I got it to rhyme! I’ll get it soon,” she laughed. “Now come, come all of you. Everyone is waiting to say hi.”
She ushered all the children into the house. As soon as they all entered, the loud chatter of multiple people and the smell of cooking food flooded their senses. When the new arrivals entered, a cacophony of greetings came their way. The adults were majority human, with a few beastfolk mixed in. Scattered amongst them were kids around the same age as the NRC students. The children had more hybrids. Some had beastfolk characteristics and there were a couple of half-fae there too. Furo’s mom opened a door with a staricase leading down and yelled, “Mustela and their friends are here!!”
As quickly as the family rushed to greet them, they returned to chattering amongst themselves. Furo smiled nervously, talking slightly louder to be heard over their family, “Welcome to the Furo-Ictonyx clan!”
“Mustel!” a voice came from the side of them. A girl with honey-gold hair a few inches taller than Furo came over and hugged them with all their strength. “So long, no see Cus’!”
“Hiya Stria!” Furo hugged them back.
“So, all these folks go to NRC with ya?” she motioned towards the group that herded together. She got a mischievous gleam in her eyes, “So which one of you is rich? Or royalty? Or-”
“Stria no!” Furo punched their cousin’s arm.
“You go to a private school for mages! Prince Leona goes to the same school! Network!”
“You go away now. Shoo, shoo!” Furo pushed their cousin away. They sighed and turned to their friends, “Sorry about that. Stria is determined to marry rich.”
“I give her credit for gumption,” Ceridwen said.
“MUMU!” A choir of small children cheered. Five small children tackled Furo to the ground with a loud crash. The NRC group winced simultaneously.
Multiple older women yelled across the room, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
“NOTHING~!” Every child and teenager responded in unison. The five children got off of Furo and helped them up. Furo sat on the ground and readjusted their glasses. They looked unfazed at the whole ordeal. One of the smaller children sat in their lap. They had a smooth tail that they wrapped around Furo’s wrist, but human ears.
“Mumu! Turn into an elephant!”
“No, no! Turn into a pretty okapi!”
“Can you blast a whole in a mountain yet?!”
“Haha not yet. And no animals in the house,” Furo gently declined their pleas.
As Furo’s attention was occupied, their friends were left standing there.
“No wonder Furo can deal with my nonsense,” Aurora was impressed as all the stimulus surrounded them.
“I- There is so much happening right now,” Blake took in a deep breath.
“Yeah, you get used to it after a few years,” a deep, monotone voice came from behind them.
The group turned around to see an older gentleman, the same height as Basil. He had dark skin like Furo, but pale green eyes that glared down at them. His head was shaved bald, but he had a short goatee of curly black hair connected to a mustache. He didn’t smile, and his stature was firm. He gave the impression of being able to pick up and throw the long naga yards away if he breathed wrong. The group members went wide eyed as they took a step back. A few visibly becoming frightened. Pip and Thais being two who gave out a muffled squeak, while Anastasia and Blake gulped and took a few steps back.
When did he approach? Was the collective thought. While it was loud, it was still quiet enough to hear everybody scurrying around and make note of everyone’s pressence. This man just seemed to appear out of nowhere.
“Daddy, what did we say about you sneaking up on people?” Furo questioned like a disappointed parent.
“I didn’t sneak. I made a bunch of news when I came up from the basement with the kids,” he defended himself.
“I know I heard you, but people outside of the family aren’t used to your lack of volume,” Furo came back at him. “This is why your students are afraid of you.”
“Students aren’t afraid of me,” he denied.
Furo looked at him with a raised eyebrow. The kids that had crowded them now rushed their father with pure joy. “Uncle Gulo! Juggle! Juggle!” they all chanted and squeeled. They grabbed random tiny objects, from pens to dolls to building blocks, and shoved it into his hands.
He finally smiled a big goofy smile as he obliged them. “Alrighty, but let’s move to the couch!” He waddled over to the large piece of furniture as the five children wove around his legs. He sat down and started juggling the objects like he was a clown, putting a bit of flare in every once in awhile. The kids watched enthralled until they all screamed, trying to scare him. Furo’s dad gave an eagerated play of being frightened and messing up the juggling skit, punctuating the objects hitting him with cartoon-like sound effects. The kids laughed and clapped at the show.
The group relaxed at seeing the display. Aurora brought up in a teasing tone, “So...Mumu, huh?”
“If you call me that at school I will turn into an elephant and smack you with my trunk,” Furo quickly shot them down.
Furo’s mom reentered the room. She asked the teens, “So what do you think about the savannah so far?”
“Beautiful!” Pip quickly answered.
“Sssoothing,” Basil added.
“Peaceful,” Aurora nodded.
“Hot,” everyone else said.
“Oh yeah! That’s right!” Furo sprung up. “Mama, do we have any light clothes they can change into?”
“We have some spare outfits that the family is going to wear while working the events. They can change into that,” she offered, looking the kids over. “If the ones with long hair want, Poechi and I can do their hair in some more breathable styles.”
“Really?!” Furo got excited.
“Yeah, hold up a second,” Miss Melli yelled into what seemed to be the kitchen. Poechi! Are you free to braid some hair?!”
“Sure, Aunt Mellivora! Let me wash my hands real quick!” A voice called back. After the sound of rushing water came to an end, a lady that seemed to be only a few years older than Furo’s sister sauntered out. She had curves and a style that screamed sass. Her hair was up in a mess of box braids wrapped in a bun. “Stel! How’s it going, hun? Do I get to play with your beautiful mass of curls today?”
“Hi Poechi! Not mine, yet. My friends could use it though,” Furo stepped aside.
Poechi came closer and examined everyone’s head. Her sights landed on Basil and Rozalie. She beckoned them closer. “Come here boys. Don’t worry, I won’t bite. I would just like to touch your hair, if that’s cool.”
“Uh, okay?” Basil slithered closer. Rozalie also stepped forward. Poechi ran her fingers lightly through their hair, examining it.
“Dang, you guys have really nice hair!” she exclaimed. “I can give you some nice box braids, or even cornrow your hair if you want.”
“Is that...alright? I would feel bad about donning your people’s aesthetic culture when I know so little about it,” Rozalie voiced.
“While yes, if you just ignore the history it has that would be rude to do, but we can share with you the stories and meanings behind each one as we go,” Furo’s mom chimed in. “Right now, the key part is that it will help get all that hair off your neck and let your skin breath a bit more.”
“That does sound pleasant,” Rozalie nodded.
“Um, can hear the stories too?” Blake asked. “My hair is probably too short to braid, but I would love to hear any folktales that you all have.”
“Oh my gosh, of course! Everyone is allowed to sit and join in,” Poechi cooed. “Doing each other’s hair is our bonding time as a family. You are always allowed to gather and yap while we do it!”
“Mustela, can you go get the hair basket?” Furo’s mother asked.
“Yes, Mama,” Furo agreed and went down the hall.
Meanwhile, the smallest child that had been watching Furo’s dad juggle wondered over to Thais and Slyvan. He also had a pair of horns starting to bud out of his head. He didn’t say anything, but reached up and made grabby hands towards her finger. “Aww, do you want to hold my hand?” Thais cooed as she met him halfway. The child still didn’t say anything, but started to yank her arm down so that she sat on the ground. He then repeated the act to Slyvan.
When both students were sat on the ground, the toddler put his hands out and muttered, “Wait.” He then hobbled off to what could be assumed was his mother and father asking for something. When he made his way back, he had a container filled with beads and string dragging behind him. He plopped it on the ground in the middle of them. By now, two more boys that looked only a bit older than the boy came by. They also had tiny horns sprouting from their head that were decorated with beading. Their father could also be seen wearing beaded accessories on his horns.
“That’s Jax, he’s my youngest brother,” The tallest one explained. “My name’s Bo. This is Vyro.”
“Hiya!”
“Hello,” Thais and Slyvan greeted.
“Can we put beads on you horns?” Vyro asked.
“I’d love to have beads!” Thais said.
“Me too! Make us look wonderful!” Slyvan gave them permission. All three boys smiled wide as they dove into the bead container.
When Furo came back and handed the baskets filled with hairstyling supplies to their mother, everyone was getting attended to. Some were getting their hair braided while others were having accessories placed on them. When one was finished at one makeshift station, they’d switch another. All the while, stories, gossip, and reminiscing happened. After a few hours, everyone was dolled up in their outfits with matching hairstyles and accessories.
“Wow! Wow, wow, wow!” Pip repeated as she spun in circles to look at herself. “These outfits are beautiful! It’s like I’m a bird!”
“That’s good, since the outfits are based on the weaver bird,” Miss Melli told them.
“The weaver bird?” Ceridwen asked.
“Oh! I can explain this one!” Furo excitedly jumped about.
“I expect nothing less than a full-on lecture when it comes to telling us about an animal,” Anastasia smiled as she readied herself for the rant.
“The weaver bird is a native song-bird that has yellow plumage all year round. They nest mostly in colonies, but can be single as well. If you hear a bird song while you’re here, it will probably be a weaver! It’s our town’s symbol, especially for the fundraising fair!” Furo started off, with vibrant hand motions. “It comes from the story of how there was once a vain princess that had hair longer than the rivers and smoother than handcrafted silk. She refused to give a single strand of hair to a weaver bird that wanted to use it to line his nest. The bird was actually a magical spirit of nature, and, as punishment for the princess’ selfishness, took her hair and brought drought to the land. Then a beggar boy went out on a quest to return the princess’ hair when the mages and wise scholars could do nothing. Along the way, he showed kindness and generosity to a flower, a colony of ants, and a mother mouse who lost it’s child on a mountain peek. When he reached the top, he found out that all three were the nature spirit in different forms. Now, back as a weaver bird, the spirit gave him the option of picking the fruit of one of three trees. A golden tree that bore fruit of exotic foods, a silver tree that bore fruit of rare gems, or an emerald tree that bore seeds of trees that could grow hair. The boy chose the seed that would grow the hair tree, and brought it back and planted it in the princess’ garden. The princess, now remorseful of what she’d done for her own father could not look at her, found the sprout and tended to it since it was the only thing still growing and wouldn’t care for her beauty or lack there of. From her care, the sprout erupted into a tree and her hair returned with the falling of rain. The beggar married the princess and ever since, generosity has been a staple of the area and the weaver bird was a symbol of such.”
“Gosh,” Aurora breathed out when Furo finally finished. “So that’s why this fair is a pretty big deal? Because of an ancient princess who lost her hair?”
“Yes!” Furo smiled. “The charity the money goes to changes each year, along with the family in charge of putting everything together.”
“This year, our family was chosen,” Furo’s mother took over. “As one of the main clans in the town, it’s only right we do the best we can to raise money.”
“FOOD’S READY!!” a member of Furo’s extended family called from the kitchen.
“Great, I’m starving,” Furo’s dad said as he pretended to run towards the kitchen. “Better get a move on if you want some grub!”
“Gully, you’re so crazy,” Miss Melli giggled. She rolled her eyes as she turned to the kids, “My husband’s a genius, but he’s also an idiot. Time to get a full belly before going working!”
F“Pfft, Hahahaha!” Aurora was bent in half laughing at the table in the Diasomnia common room. Rozalie sat next to them looking across the table with intense curiosity.
Tiny, child Silas sat on a stack of pillows in a chair next to Furo across from the two fae children. He was still bundled in his original clothes that were far too big for him. His arms were crossed, and he kept letting out disgruntled huffs. “It isn’t funny, pest.”
“Oh, but it is,” Aurora wiped a tear from their eye. Silas’ hair stood on end as he let out a small hiss.
“It really is a shame that he keeps his original mental state,” Rozalie commented as he examined the aggravated leopard. “It would have been interesting to observe how he acted at this age.”
Silas leaned on the table, ready to crawl across, “I can show you how I acted you f***ing-ACK!”
Before he could get a knee onto the tabletop, Furo put a hand on his head and pushed him back into a seated position. “You aren’t missing much, Rozalie-senpai. He was a punk back then too.”
“Does the little kitty want some warm milk?” Aurora asked like she was talking to an actual child.
“I want to be anywhere but here...” Silas groaned.
“Well then, we can go and get you set up in Savanaclaw-” Furo started.
“No.”
“So persnickety,” Furo rolled their eyes.
“Would you like anything Furo? Tea perhaps?” Rozalie asked.
“I’d love to have some, thank you,” Furo smiled.
“So, tea for Furo and milk for the tiger cub,” Aurora listed. Before Silas could put up a fuss, they left snickering to get the drinks.
“Are you planning on leaving Sabortooth here until the antidote is ready in the morning?” Rozalie asked Furo in the interim.
“You better not, house pet,” Silas growled in tiny.
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Furo assured. “Best case scenario, he’ll sleep in his own dorm room. Worst case scenario, he’ll stay in mine.”
“Where the heck would I sleep in that prissy dorm room?!”
“There’s floor space. You’re small enough that if I make a nice nest of pillows and give you a blanket, you’d be fine.”
“I get the f***ing floor?!”
“You can have a bed if you sleep in your room!” Furo reminded him. “I’d just have to pick you up in the morning and drop you off tonight.”
Silas grimaced. Both options weren’t ideal. Furo raised their eyebrow to see if he’d make a remake back. They sighed when he simply sat there pouting. Rozalie watched the exchange silently from his seat.
“Interesting...” Rozalie muttered out.
“Hm? What is senpai?” Furo asked, tone and demeanor changing from how they were treating Silas.
“This is a side of you I do not usually see. Even the banter between you and Puerstella does not equate to this level,” Rozalie pointed out.
“Oh, uh,” Furo paused as they looked between Rozalie and Silas. “I never really noticed. I guess I don’t mother hen you as often, Rozalie-senpai, since you’re my senior. And Aurora doesn’t require as much scolding usually.”
“I’m a different type of wild than the tiny panther.” Aurora boasted as they returned mid conversation. They had a teacup in one hand and a mug in the other. “Here is your tea, and here is some hot chocolate for the little bobcat.”
“Couldn’t you have given me coffee at least...” Silas grumbled and complained, but still took the mug with greedy little fingers.
Aurora shook their head, “You’re a kid now. Coffee isn’t good for your growth, pft!”
“I’m not an actual kid pest!”
“But physically you are. It would be in your best interest to take care of your body while it is like this,” Rozalie recommended.
“F*** off,” Silas spat at him. “Stupid fae. Stupid pest. Stupid house pet.”
“That isn’t nice language for such a tiny ball of scruff,” Aurora said. They scooped him from his seat and gave a big squeeze. “But I gotta say, being able to hug you without wrestling you to the ground is a nice perk!”
“Let go of me! Ahhh!” Silas tried to push Aurora’s face away. “House pet! Get this fae off of me!!”
Furo sipped their tea quietly. “Accept their affection for once.”
“F*** YOU!!” Silas pouted but he let Aurora continue to hold him. As time went on, he began to get tired. He dozed off as he was held by Aurora.
“Haha, he’s all tuckered out now.” Aurora whispered.
“You should probably put him to bed, Furo,” Rozalie pointed out.
Furo sighed as they nodded. “Yeah, I should. Thank you for having us.”
“Aww, do you really have to leave?” Aurora whined.
“Yeah, might as well. No matter where I put him, he’ll complain,” Furo readjusted their glasses as they got up to take the half-asleep leopard beastman. When they took him from Aurora’s arms, a small hiss escaped him.
Furo said farewell to their friends and left the Diasomnia dorm in favor of Savanaclaw. When they walked through with Silas, a few Savanaclaw members would sneak some glances. Snickers and smirks found their way into Furo’s ears.
“I hope you really are asleep right now Silas. I don’t want to have to stop a murder tomorrow...” Furo whispered as they kept on track to his room.
“Is that Silas?!” A much louder voice caused Furo to flinch and Silas to stir. A young deer beastfolk bounded over. “Oh ho, man, this is a sight to see!”
“Uh, hello. I’m just dropping him back to his room,” Furo waved to the boy. They continued to walk, trying to hide Silas a bit more. “I’ll be gone soon.”
“Oh wait! You’re that Pomefiore kid that storms in here every once in a while. I’m Ronald, you can call me Ronny, and I’ll be the next big thing here in Twisted Wonderland!” Ronny introduced himself. “You usually only show up here if Silas-senpai is in trouble. So, what’d he do this time? Did he mess with your dorm leader and get cursed? Haha!”
“Uh, actually I kinda did this to him...” Furo awkwardly answered. “Potion gone wrong. Just making sure he’s okay until the antidote is ready.”
“He’s so docile like this!” Ronald followed Furo, getting closer to the sleeping Silas. The buck went to poke the leopard’s plump cheeks.
This kid is gonna die...Furo thought as they tried to pull back.
“Piss. Off. Prey,” Silas mumbled. He rubbed his eyes and lifted his head.
“Good morning senpai!” Ronny laughed. “It must be nice having someone carry you around!”
Silas’ tail started to flick as he narrowed his eyes. Furo made it to Silas’ room and stood in front of it. Silas turned to face away from Ronald and hissed, “Ignore the prey, house pet.”
Furo sighed. They could tell Silas was pissed off and this first year was not helping. Furo waved goodbye and started to go through the door, “Well, see you some other time Ronald!”
“Don’t worry, haha, I can look after Silas-senpai when you’re gone!” Ronald offered.
“That won’t be necessary! At all! Bye-bye!” Furo shut the door and let out a heavy sigh. She sat Silas on his bed and said in seriousness. “You better not hurt that boy tomorrow when you’re back to normal.”
“DON’T ASSUME THINGS!!” Silas yelled. He huffed along, “Besides, I was already ordered not to hurt any of the freshman.”
Furo put his supplies on his desk and stretched their arms. “Well then, if I have nothing to worry about, I’ll leave. I’ll be back for you in the morning.”
“Great. Get lost,” Silas said as he crawled off the bed and staggered towards his desk.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“What does it look like? I’m going to study.”
“Oh no you aren’t,” Furo grabbed Silas and placed him back on the bed. They began to tuck him in to the point of confinement. “You are going to get a full night’s sleep.”
Silas tried to pry himself out, but it was to no avail. “What the - why?!”
“Fall asleep plotting your revenge or repeating definitions. As long as you stay in that bed and fall asleep.”
Silas grumbled and turned to his side with a bit of struggling. He shut his eyes and started to drift off. Before he fell completely asleep, a hand was placed on his head and Furo whispered, “Sweet dreams, punk.”
A young Furo, no more than 4 years old, played amongst a pile of scavenged items. An old woman hobbled into the room with a smile.
"Now what'cha doing with Gran's stuff, Stel baby?" The woman asked as she tapped the toddler with the end of her walking stick.
At that moment, Furo stuck their head in between the spokes of a large wooden wheel. "Nothin' Gran."
"Looks like a lot more of something than nothing. You best get your head out of there unless you want to where it as a necklace."
"Keke, this isn't a necklace, Gran!" Furo giggled. "It's a wheel!"
"You could have fooled me! Now come help Gran do some brewing," Gran shoved Furo's head back through the wheel spokes.
As their grandmother rolled the forlorn object to rest against the wall, Furo hopped behind her babbling out questions. "Gran, why do you collect things from the swamps? What happened to Grandpa?"
"You sure are your daddy's kid, asking all these questions," the old women laughed as she got not one but two step stools for them by a dysfunctional tub. "Now, I collect things I found out in them swamps cause I want to hear their stories."
"Stories?" Furo tilted their head as they stepped onto the stool.
"Yes indeed. Like that wheel you had," she began to hum a tune as she threw in leaves and liquid into the tub without even a second glance. "It told me about some stupid folk that thought taking a wooden wagon through a swamp was a good idea. And now it's gonna have a story about some little thing using it as an accessory."
"Really?"
"Do I look like a fibber?"
"No."
"And Grampi is off on an adventure right now. I'll be joining him soon," Gran smiled as she stirred a good green sludge.
"Grampi is an adventurer?!" Furo gasped. "I want to go on an adventure!"
"You ain't big enough for adventures yet!" Furo's grandma bonked them on the head with the walking stick.
"Ow! But you aren't big either Gran! When Grampi comes back, I'll have him take me on an adventure with him!"
"Hush. Grampi isn't coming back. This adventure is one he'll be on for a long while," Gran threw in a bottle of a yellow powder. "He and I used to go on a lot of adventures when we were spry young things. That's where many of my treasures come from, each with their own story."
"Do you miss Grampi?" Furo looked into the sludge curiously.
"Yes I do. He was my one and only adventure buddy," Gran hummed. "But I got our treasures, so it's fine. And I can share our stories through them."
"I'll be your adventure buddy Gran!" Furo proclaimed. "I'll find all sorts of cool treasures and bring them next time I visit to tell you all the stories!"
"Haha! You don't want an old croon like me for an adventure partner," the old woman dipped a finger into the brew. She brought it out and dabbed a dollop onto Furo's nose. "Find an adventure buddy that will sing goofy songs with you off key and make a bunch of stories with them. Understood baby?"
"Can I still tell you stories, Gran?" Furo wiggled their nose.
