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@thimblethepixie
Intro
Hey, so I'm Thimble. Used to be Thjazi's friend, but now I'm just on the run with two old friends, a sort of new friend, and a dude who's kind of a loser. I saw that everyone else was on here, so I figured, "Why not?"
So, yeah, gimme questions.
OOC: Me again! Rules are the same as always: Don't be mean.
Headcanons: To be added
My tags:
Thimle's answers: Her answering asks.
Thimble's Thoughts: What's going on in her life
OOC: Out of character.
Have fun and send me anything you wish!
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You see Thimble's lying on the ground. Well, to be more accurate, you hear her before you see her because she's screaming and sobbing in agony. She has never been in as much pain in her life.
It's easy to see why: Her wings haven't just been crushed, they've been *ripped.*
@thimblethepixie
The fox, running around alone again, jumps up and turns in the direction of the sound - ears, then head, then the rest of the body. He leaps over a small patch of dense leafy plants and finds the sourse.
You feel the dry, textured nose nuge your arm, then hear sad, quiet whimper - the sound is ever so slightly off, hence the fact that Pincushion is undead. His ears drop,head is a bit tilted, and he gets as low to the ground as he can. He seems worried, from what little you can tell looking at the body language.
Thimble's sobs subside slightly when she feels Pin's nose against her arm.
"Where'd you come from?" she manages to say. She reaches out to pet Pin, her hand slowly stroking the fox. She doesn't know what's going on. One minute, she was flying around, the next she was being grabbed, and when she tried to fly away, her wings ripped, and she crashed onto the floor.
She gets to a seated position, which goes okay-ish. When she tries to stand, a sudden pain shoots up her back, and she falls back down with a gasp.
Pin leanes into the touch, makes another whiny sound. He licks the hand, with his dry, rubbery tounge. Hearing the question, he tilts his head in the other direction, then jumps, to nod behind himself, in the vague direction of the city. He lays down on the ground, offering Thimble his back.
Thimble looked beyond Pin to the city. Maybe her friends would be there to help her. Or maybe that guy would be there. Either way, she had to go back.
She looked at Pin lying down and knew instantly what was going on. She had ridden Pin a few times, and those times had been fun. But this time, it was for safety, not pleasure. Still, she was ready.
She climbed on Pin, the muscles in her wings and back twinging, and whispered,
"We're gonna go find help." It was rare for her to admit she needed help (except for size-related things), but this was another matter entirely.
Pin stood at his full (a bit unimpressive) height, and run as carefully as he could towards the city. You had to duck couple times under huge ivy leaves, arched tree roots and low branches of bushes. Two small creeks the fox crossed sprinkled you both with cold water and then you experienced squeezing through a hole in the city wall, where a thin block was missing.
Pincushion stopped at the small street where you were and shaked his head so hard his ears flopped from side to side, then took off into a series of alleyways. Sometimes crossing bigger streets, hopefully unnoticed.
Thimble held on to Pin's scarf as the fox ran through the forest. It was always kind of an exhilarating experience, but it was also a little complicated because of all the ducking. Thankfully, Thimble didn't get knocked off, no matter what Pin did.
The water wasn't that bad. In fact, the coldness of the water meant some of the pain subsided for a little bit.
She looked around when Pin stopped. Had someone seen them? Thankfully, nobody had really noticed the fox galloping around with a pixie on its back, even if the pixie's wings looked a bit unusual.
Her back still hurt, but holding on to Pin and feeling all of those familiar movements seemed to help a bit.
While going across one of the streets, Thimble managed to catch a glimpse of someone familiar. Thankfully, the next alley took them in a kind of semi-circle, so she managed to get another look. Yep, someone familiar, alright.
"What do you say, Pin. Think we'll get help over there?" she said, as she steered the fox over.
( @candle-wic or anyone who wants to)
Wicander was not often a man in need of solitude, but there was only so much fussing and scheming he could take before a nice walk through the city became a desperate need. As scion of House Halovar, he had never the time nor motive to wander down side alleys of distant parts of the city. Now, places he might have called dim, dingy, disgustingâwell they were still a bit grimy, but recently he had taken a liking to a little bit of dirt, of mess.
When the padding of paws stopped by his feet, Wicander turned to coo at him. âPincushion, darling, how are-â At the sight of gore his voice broke off with a bit of a whimper. âThimble!â A horrified whisper. He dropped to his knees on the cobblestone, hands outstretched.
((Hi!! Wanna take turns? If so then @yip-pincushion tag youâre it!
Pincushion listened to Thimble and approached the figure in teal. In his buttons eyes Wickander didn't stand out much, nor he smelled in any special way. He lookes up at the man, contemplating for a second if he should get the attention by tugging on his clothes, but Wickander noticed him quickly enough.
When he dropped down, Pin made a small quiet bark, and got visibly distracted by the shiny bracelets on his arms, now when Thimble seemed to be delivered to help.
Pin wasn't the smartest, but he was a good listener, which Thimble was thankful for.
When she saw Wick, she almost laughed in relief. Who would have thought she would be happy to see Wicander Halovar of all people? Not her.
Despite her relief, she was still in a lot of pain, and she was getting a little tired. But she couldn't be tired; it was the middle of the day. Anyways, what was Wick doing here?
"Hi, Wick," she said, "Boy, am I glad to see you. What are you doing out here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be over there?" She tried to gesture to either the theatre or his house. Big mistake. Pain came shooting up her back and through her wings. Tears filled her eyes again.
"Help," was all she could say.
@candle-wic
Even the toughest veteran he knew could cry, so he felt no shame at the tears welling up in his eyes. He shook his head at her question to dismiss it outright. âThimble, dear, what happened to you?â He held out a hand to her, pinching her hand lightly between his thumb and the side of his curled forefinger. Radiance washed over her, relief dripping down her wings and neatly stitching them back together as a soft white glow filled the space around them.
That holy light, luckily, and to his horrified surprise, only lightly singed the little foxâs fur. The reanimated and the divine did not play well in the same space. âOh- shimmer Iâm so sorry. Did I hurt you?â He gently brushed smoky fur aside to check the skin for injury.
@yip-pincushion
Pincushion was still quite distracted by the jewelry, when he felt whatever was happening on his back.
He tensed up at first, mostly because Thimble was still somewhere there too as a reassuring weight, then made a long, whiny growl, not quite in pain (luckly he was undead), but in the worst discomfort he felt in the last couple month for sure, as the magic continued. Then, Pin proceeded to shake his head as if he was wet and scratch as close to the burnt fur as possible. He started sneezing as if he suddenly was allergic to Wickander, curling his tail and loosing balance a bit, not knowing where to direct his stare of confusion and betrayal - at Thimble or Wick.
"Well, I was flying around, and I guess someone didn't like that, so he grabbed me. I managed to get away, but my wings ripped, a-and I fell. Pin found me, and then we found you," Thimble explained. For such a tough soldier, she sounded almost childlike at that moment.
Thimble felt her wings knit back together and the pain disappear. Oh, how good that felt! She sighed in relief. Her smile lit up her entire face.
She saw the spell singe Pin's fur. Uh oh, she thought, that ain't good. She felt Pin writhe around in discomfort, trying to scratch the burn. She braced herself a little to avoid falling off. She noticed that Pin couldn't quite reach the burnt fur, so she scratched the fur and skin for him, since she could reach.
"Shh. It's okay, buddy. I've got you. I know it hurts. It'll go away, I promise," she murmured. She looked up at Wick.
"What happened?" she asked, "And why did that hurt Pin?" Not that she wasn't grateful, she was just concerned for the little fox that brought her to him.
@candle-wic
You see Thimble's lying on the ground. Well, to be more accurate, you hear her before you see her because she's screaming and sobbing in agony. She has never been in as much pain in her life.
It's easy to see why: Her wings haven't just been crushed, they've been *ripped.*
@thimblethepixie
The fox, running around alone again, jumps up and turns in the direction of the sound - ears, then head, then the rest of the body. He leaps over a small patch of dense leafy plants and finds the sourse.
You feel the dry, textured nose nuge your arm, then hear sad, quiet whimper - the sound is ever so slightly off, hence the fact that Pincushion is undead. His ears drop,head is a bit tilted, and he gets as low to the ground as he can. He seems worried, from what little you can tell looking at the body language.
Thimble's sobs subside slightly when she feels Pin's nose against her arm.
"Where'd you come from?" she manages to say. She reaches out to pet Pin, her hand slowly stroking the fox. She doesn't know what's going on. One minute, she was flying around, the next she was being grabbed, and when she tried to fly away, her wings ripped, and she crashed onto the floor.
She gets to a seated position, which goes okay-ish. When she tries to stand, a sudden pain shoots up her back, and she falls back down with a gasp.
Pin leanes into the touch, makes another whiny sound. He licks the hand, with his dry, rubbery tounge. Hearing the question, he tilts his head in the other direction, then jumps, to nod behind himself, in the vague direction of the city. He lays down on the ground, offering Thimble his back.
Thimble looked beyond Pin to the city. Maybe her friends would be there to help her. Or maybe that guy would be there. Either way, she had to go back.
She looked at Pin lying down and knew instantly what was going on. She had ridden Pin a few times, and those times had been fun. But this time, it was for safety, not pleasure. Still, she was ready.
She climbed on Pin, the muscles in her wings and back twinging, and whispered,
"We're gonna go find help." It was rare for her to admit she needed help (except for size-related things), but this was another matter entirely.
Pin stood at his full (a bit unimpressive) height, and run as carefully as he could towards the city. You had to duck couple times under huge ivy leaves, arched tree roots and low branches of bushes. Two small creeks the fox crossed sprinkled you both with cold water and then you experienced squeezing through a hole in the city wall, where a thin block was missing.
Pincushion stopped at the small street where you were and shaked his head so hard his ears flopped from side to side, then took off into a series of alleyways. Sometimes crossing bigger streets, hopefully unnoticed.
Thimble held on to Pin's scarf as the fox ran through the forest. It was always kind of an exhilarating experience, but it was also a little complicated because of all the ducking. Thankfully, Thimble didn't get knocked off, no matter what Pin did.
The water wasn't that bad. In fact, the coldness of the water meant some of the pain subsided for a little bit.
She looked around when Pin stopped. Had someone seen them? Thankfully, nobody had really noticed the fox galloping around with a pixie on its back, even if the pixie's wings looked a bit unusual.
Her back still hurt, but holding on to Pin and feeling all of those familiar movements seemed to help a bit.
While going across one of the streets, Thimble managed to catch a glimpse of someone familiar. Thankfully, the next alley took them in a kind of semi-circle, so she managed to get another look. Yep, someone familiar, alright.
"What do you say, Pin. Think we'll get help over there?" she said, as she steered the fox over.
( @candle-wic or anyone who wants to)
Wicander was not often a man in need of solitude, but there was only so much fussing and scheming he could take before a nice walk through the city became a desperate need. As scion of House Halovar, he had never the time nor motive to wander down side alleys of distant parts of the city. Now, places he might have called dim, dingy, disgustingâwell they were still a bit grimy, but recently he had taken a liking to a little bit of dirt, of mess.
When the padding of paws stopped by his feet, Wicander turned to coo at him. âPincushion, darling, how are-â At the sight of gore his voice broke off with a bit of a whimper. âThimble!â A horrified whisper. He dropped to his knees on the cobblestone, hands outstretched.
((Hi!! Wanna take turns? If so then @yip-pincushion tag youâre it!
Pincushion listened to Thimble and approached the figure in teal. In his buttons eyes Wickander didn't stand out much, nor he smelled in any special way. He lookes up at the man, contemplating for a second if he should get the attention by tugging on his clothes, but Wickander noticed him quickly enough.
When he dropped down, Pin made a small quiet bark, and got visibly distracted by the shiny bracelets on his arms, now when Thimble seemed to be delivered to help.
Pin wasn't the smartest, but he was a good listener, which Thimble was thankful for.
When she saw Wick, she almost laughed in relief. Who would have thought she would be happy to see Wicander Halovar of all people? Not her.
Despite her relief, she was still in a lot of pain, and she was getting a little tired. But she couldn't be tired; it was the middle of the day. Anyways, what was Wick doing here?
"Hi, Wick," she said, "Boy, am I glad to see you. What are you doing out here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be over there?" She tried to gesture to either the theatre or his house. Big mistake. Pain came shooting up her back and through her wings. Tears filled her eyes again.
"Help," was all she could say.
@candle-wic
You see Thimble's lying on the ground. Well, to be more accurate, you hear her before you see her because she's screaming and sobbing in agony. She has never been in as much pain in her life.
It's easy to see why: Her wings haven't just been crushed, they've been *ripped.*
@thimblethepixie
The fox, running around alone again, jumps up and turns in the direction of the sound - ears, then head, then the rest of the body. He leaps over a small patch of dense leafy plants and finds the sourse.
You feel the dry, textured nose nuge your arm, then hear sad, quiet whimper - the sound is ever so slightly off, hence the fact that Pincushion is undead. His ears drop,head is a bit tilted, and he gets as low to the ground as he can. He seems worried, from what little you can tell looking at the body language.
Thimble's sobs subside slightly when she feels Pin's nose against her arm.
"Where'd you come from?" she manages to say. She reaches out to pet Pin, her hand slowly stroking the fox. She doesn't know what's going on. One minute, she was flying around, the next she was being grabbed, and when she tried to fly away, her wings ripped, and she crashed onto the floor.
She gets to a seated position, which goes okay-ish. When she tries to stand, a sudden pain shoots up her back, and she falls back down with a gasp.
Pin leanes into the touch, makes another whiny sound. He licks the hand, with his dry, rubbery tounge. Hearing the question, he tilts his head in the other direction, then jumps, to nod behind himself, in the vague direction of the city. He lays down on the ground, offering Thimble his back.
Thimble looked beyond Pin to the city. Maybe her friends would be there to help her. Or maybe that guy would be there. Either way, she had to go back.
She looked at Pin lying down and knew instantly what was going on. She had ridden Pin a few times, and those times had been fun. But this time, it was for safety, not pleasure. Still, she was ready.
She climbed on Pin, the muscles in her wings and back twinging, and whispered,
"We're gonna go find help." It was rare for her to admit she needed help (except for size-related things), but this was another matter entirely.
Pin stood at his full (a bit unimpressive) height, and run as carefully as he could towards the city. You had to duck couple times under huge ivy leaves, arched tree roots and low branches of bushes. Two small creeks the fox crossed sprinkled you both with cold water and then you experienced squeezing through a hole in the city wall, where a thin block was missing.
Pincushion stopped at the small street where you were and shaked his head so hard his ears flopped from side to side, then took off into a series of alleyways. Sometimes crossing bigger streets, hopefully unnoticed.
Thimble held on to Pin's scarf as the fox ran through the forest. It was always kind of an exhilarating experience, but it was also a little complicated because of all the ducking. Thankfully, Thimble didn't get knocked off, no matter what Pin did.
The water wasn't that bad. In fact, the coldness of the water meant some of the pain subsided for a little bit.
She looked around when Pin stopped. Had someone seen them? Thankfully, nobody had really noticed the fox galloping around with a pixie on its back, even if the pixie's wings looked a bit unusual.
Her back still hurt, but holding on to Pin and feeling all of those familiar movements seemed to help a bit.
While going across one of the streets, Thimble managed to catch a glimpse of someone familiar. Thankfully, the next alley took them in a kind of semi-circle, so she managed to get another look. Yep, someone familiar, alright.
"What do you say, Pin. Think we'll get help over there?" she said, as she steered the fox over.
( @candle-wic or anyone who wants to)
You see Thimble's lying on the ground. Well, to be more accurate, you hear her before you see her because she's screaming and sobbing in agony. She has never been in as much pain in her life.
It's easy to see why: Her wings haven't just been crushed, they've been *ripped.*
@thimblethepixie
The fox, running around alone again, jumps up and turns in the direction of the sound - ears, then head, then the rest of the body. He leaps over a small patch of dense leafy plants and finds the sourse.
You feel the dry, textured nose nuge your arm, then hear sad, quiet whimper - the sound is ever so slightly off, hence the fact that Pincushion is undead. His ears drop,head is a bit tilted, and he gets as low to the ground as he can. He seems worried, from what little you can tell looking at the body language.
Thimble's sobs subside slightly when she feels Pin's nose against her arm.
"Where'd you come from?" she manages to say. She reaches out to pet Pin, her hand slowly stroking the fox. She doesn't know what's going on. One minute, she was flying around, the next she was being grabbed, and when she tried to fly away, her wings ripped, and she crashed onto the floor.
She gets to a seated position, which goes okay-ish. When she tries to stand, a sudden pain shoots up her back, and she falls back down with a gasp.
Pin leanes into the touch, makes another whiny sound. He licks the hand, with his dry, rubbery tounge. Hearing the question, he tilts his head in the other direction, then jumps, to nod behind himself, in the vague direction of the city. He lays down on the ground, offering Thimble his back.
Thimble looked beyond Pin to the city. Maybe her friends would be there to help her. Or maybe that guy would be there. Either way, she had to go back.
She looked at Pin lying down and knew instantly what was going on. She had ridden Pin a few times, and those times had been fun. But this time, it was for safety, not pleasure. Still, she was ready.
She climbed on Pin, the muscles in her wings and back twinging, and whispered,
"We're gonna go find help." It was rare for her to admit she needed help (except for size-related things), but this was another matter entirely.
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You see Thimble's lying on the ground. Well, to be more accurate, you hear her before you see her because she's screaming and sobbing in agony. She has never been in as much pain in her life.
It's easy to see why: Her wings haven't just been crushed, they've been *ripped.*
@thimblethepixie
The fox, running around alone again, jumps up and turns in the direction of the sound - ears, then head, then the rest of the body. He leaps over a small patch of dense leafy plants and finds the sourse.
You feel the dry, textured nose nuge your arm, then hear sad, quiet whimper - the sound is ever so slightly off, hence the fact that Pincushion is undead. His ears drop,head is a bit tilted, and he gets as low to the ground as he can. He seems worried, from what little you can tell looking at the body language.
Thimble's sobs subside slightly when she feels Pin's nose against her arm.
"Where'd you come from?" she manages to say. She reaches out to pet Pin, her hand slowly stroking the fox. She doesn't know what's going on. One minute, she was flying around, the next she was being grabbed, and when she tried to fly away, her wings ripped, and she crashed onto the floor.
She gets to a seated position, which goes okay-ish. When she tries to stand, a sudden pain shoots up her back, and she falls back down with a gasp.
Thimble flitted through the trees. She had finished looking around for possible danger, and thankfully, there was none. She hadn't gotten up close to see the baby and talk to Kattigan, and she wanted to meet the kid.
"Hey, Kat," she said, "You doing good?"
@thimblethepixie
Kattigan has long since grown used to his pixie friendâs sudden appearances, but he still startles a bit at Thimbleâs sudden voice. He was in the middle of warming a bottle of formula by the fire, but thankfully doesnât drop the bottle. âThimble. I was wonderinâ when youâd show up.â He raises his fist for a tiny fistbump. âIâm fine, just bone tired. Howâve you been?â
Thimble returns the fist bump, grinning, "You know me. Can't stay away for too long."
"I bet you're tired. Having a kid's no picnic, huh?" she said.
"I'm... okay, I guess. Just feelin' kinda numb, to be honest. You think doing something would make you feel good, but it doesn't. Know what I'm talking about?" she asked.
Kattigan scoffs, dragging a hand down his face with a nod. âYeah, no kiddinâ. Thought Iâd be used to it by now, but lionfolk cubs are no joke.â Despite his grumbles, thereâs an obvious fondness and care in his eyes for the little one.
He looks at Thimble properly then. âYea. I get it. What you thinkâll make things better donât do what you thought it would, donât make things any better.â He picks up the now-warmed bottle of formula. âBut youâll get there. It takes time. You havenât even really let yourself grieve, Thim.â
"Well, I've never been around them, so I'd have to take your word for it," Thimble shrugged. She saw the fondness on Kattigan's face, so it must've been worth it.
"Let myself grieve? What are you talking about, Kat?! How can I let myself grieve when there's stuff we gotta do? We gotta bring Teor's brother back, for instance. We gotta keep moving with that stuff. Or, at least, I do," she deflates a little, some of the indignant protestation dying away.
"What are we gonna do?" she asked, more of herself than anyone else.
Kattigan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. âYâer gonna get yourself killed if you donât take the time to process all the shit going on. You can stay on task and still take time to remember him.â He frowns at Thimble, worry creasing his brow. âThjazi is gone. Thereâs no changing that. The griefâll eat you alive if you ignore it.â
Kattigan shrugs and starts walking towards Teorâs tent. âI dunno. Right now, Iâm gonna feed my damn baby and hope sheâll sleep for more than two hours at a time. Maybe you could tell her some old stories to help her sleep.â
"I don't know how. All I know is to keep fighting," Thimble confessed, "It feels like there's nothing for the grief to eat. Losing him... I don't know. It was like losing my feelings." Her eyes looked empty. Her voice was hollow. It was like a piece of her was already dead.
"Sure thing," Thimble agreed, following Kattigan, "Finally get to meet the pipsqueak."
âI get that.â His heart aches seeing his friend like this. He wants to help, but he doesnât know how. âNothing will fill that hole he left, but youâll grow beyond it and learn to live with it. Thjazi wouldnât want you to follow him.â
Stepping into the tent, a few small babbles fill the air. There are two bedrolls in the corner, toys all over the floor, and a handmade crib in the center. Kattigan approaches the crib and scoops up a little ball of dark brown fur â Kiiya, a young lionfolk cub with bright yellow eyes and the tiniest little paws that clutch tightly to Kattiganâs shirt. âHey sweetheart..â He greets his daughter with a smooch on the head. âThis is Thimble.â Kattigan looks to Thimble with a smile and Kiiya reaches a paw the size of the pixie out to her with big, wide curious eyes. âYour aunt.â
"I guess not," Thimble sighed. Thjazi was one of the best friends she had ever had. In fact, she was one of the first friends in this place she had ever had. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have known Kattigan or Teor, or even Tyranny. Or Wick. He was getting better, if really slowly. He wasn't really a bad kid, just super misguided. She followed Kattigan into the tent, looking at the toys. They all looked pretty fun for a little squirt like Kiiya to play with.
"Hi, kid," Thimble said. Boy, was this kid so cute! If she were any bigger, Thimble would want to hug her. She hovered a little way away to avoid getting crushed by Kiiya's paw. She didn't know if the kid knew how strong she was compared to her, and she really didn't want to find out the answer the hard way.
"Wait, did you say aunt? Really?" she asked, looking at Kattigan. This was news to her. Good news, but still news.
Kattigan smiles, warm and fond, as Kiiya bounces excitedly in his arms, giggling as if the little pixie fascinated her greatly. She looks astonishingly like Teor, her face structure very similar and eyes the same shade, but with a completely different fur color. One that almost matches Kattiganâs hair. At Thinbleâs query, Kattigan scoffs, almost incredulously. ââCourse. Youâre family to me nâ Teor, so youâre her family too.â
He shifts Kiiya in his arms, and while sheâs clearly curious about Thimble, sheâs much more focused on being fed, and Kattiganâs bringing the bottle carefully to her mouth. She gulps it down like she hasnât eaten in years. She ate two hours ago. Clearly she inherited her dadsâ appetite. âIâve been thinkinâ about you being her godmother too, if thatâs alright. I still have to run it by Teor, but I canât imagine heâll protest.â
"Thanks, Kat. You're my family, too," Thimble said.
She watched Kiiya being fed. She smiled at how desperately the baby ate her food. Boy, that kid was hungry. Then, the words registered in her brain.
"Wait, godmother too?! Kat, I-I don't know what to say! Yes! Of course, that's alright!"
Kattigan smiles with a deep chuckle, the warmth in his eyes unmistakable with the dual affection of his daughter and one of his closest friends. âYouâre the most resourceful person I know. Even if sheâs.. a bit bigger than you, I know youâll find her the safest, most loving home, should anything happen to me and Teor. And youâre a fierce bitch, so sheâll be plenty safe with you around.â
Thimble looks like she's going to either explode or cry. This meant so much to her. Having people like her friends rely on her for something so important? One of the best feelings in the world.
"I promise I will protect this kid with my life. Nobody is going to lay a finger on her if I have anything to do with it," she says seriously.
She watches Kiiya wriggle and smile, her wide eyes taking in the world around her. For one so small, she seemed so strong.
"You hear that, Kiiya? I'm not gonna let anybody hurt you. You are related to some of the most important people in my life, so I will do anything and give anything to make sure you're okay," she tells Kiiya, deadly serious.
As Kattigan takes away the now empty bottle, Kiiya looks at Thimble â chin soaked with formula â and giggles, reaching out to the pixie with fascination. Her paw brushes Thimble, but when she sees how much she unintentionally moves Thimble, she pulls back respectfully and chews on her claws instead. Kattigan chuckles and starts wiping her chin off as he speaks. âYou have your own guardian angel, little one. Or guardian pixie, I guess.â Kiiya babbles baby nonsense, as if replying. âHopefully she doesnât get you into even more trouble. Auntie Thimble and a teenage girl working together sounds like a nightmare.â
Thimble gets pushed back a little bit by Kiiya. It takes her off guard, but she recovers quickly. It wasn't that far, and it didn't hurt anyway.
"Be careful, li'l Ki," she says, "I'm not as big as you are." She watched Kiiya chew on her claws and how careful Kattigan was with her. If you looked at him, you might not have seen a father, but Thimble knew more than that. She had a vague idea about what his life was like before this, and she was pretty darn sure there was a kid involved.
"Oh, really? And how are you so sure?" Thimble asks Kattigan jokingly. Oh, the chaos she and Kiiya could get up to if they really tried.
Kattigan rolls his eyes, already thinking of all the scolding heâd have to give to Kiiya and her aunt. âYouâre chaos incarnate. Knowing you, youâd make my daughter into your partner in crime.â
Kiiya squirms in his arms, signaling sheâs tired of being held, so Kattigan sets her down on a blanket and hands her a few of her toys. She immediately chooses the teething toy and starts chewing on it, then looks around and grabs the smallest toy she can find â a tiny ring rattle the size of her paw â and holds it up to Thimble. Itâs the size of her. But itâs the thought that counts, right?
Thimble grins mischievously, "Maybe. I might get Tyranny in on it, too. Knowing her, it's gonna be even more chaotic!"
Thimble flies down to get a closer look at the rattle. It's as big as her, but it looks so cute and bright, and Kiiya looks so curious and proud of herself that she couldn't help what happened next.
"For me? Aw, thanks, Li'l Ki!" she grinned. She took the rattle and almost fell to the ground, her wings coming in just in time to save her.
"I'm okay! I'm okay!" she calls. A second passes.
"Actually, could I get a little help here? I think I'm a little stuck."
Kattigan bites his cheek to keep from bursting out laughing at Thimble. Itâs a sweet sight, but⌠also perfect teasing material. âA little stuck, are we?â He snickers beneath his breath, but does as heâs asked and gently takes the toy from her and returns it to Kiiyaâs toy box.
Kiiya immediately bursts into tears. Kattigan panickedly tries to reassure her, murmuring soothing words in a low voice as he strokes her small head. âShh, no, Kiiya, itâs okay. Itâs just too big, weâll get her a smaller one, okay?â
"Yeah, laugh it up, Kat," Thimble muttered to herself. It may have been funny for him up there, but it was tricky to just stay where she was! Okay, it was a little funny, but still! You try being three inches tall and holding something that was as big as you.
Thimble flew over to Kiiya.
"Hey, it's okay, little squirt. I'm okay, see?" She turned around, showing that she was doing alright.
Kiiya sniffles, snot running down her snout, but seeing Thimble okay and flying around soothes her cries. As Kattigan scrubs her fur clean with a wet rag, she reaches out to Thimble with the biggest, most pleading gaze she can muster, as if begging Thimble closer.
The look on Kiiya's face makes Thimble's heart break. She can't bear to see her little niece like that, so she flies over.
"See? I'm okay," she says, "I'm right here."
Kiiya nudges Thimble with her paw as gently as a bumbling baby can, and her cries become simple sniffles. Kattigan finishes cleaning up her face with a soft huff. âItâs alright. Sheâs just a bit.. fussy.â Kiiya bites his finger.
Thimble takes hold of Kiiya's paw, smiling. Her hands barely cover one of Kiiya's fingers/toes, but it still feels worth it. Kiiya is so incredibly soft.
"Well, yeah, but it's still kinda heartbreaking, you know?" she asked. To be honest, Thimble was never sure if she was a fan of babies, but Kiiya pushed her over the edge. This kid was hers. Well, technically, she was Teor and Kattigan's, but she was her family, too.
Thimble grinned at Kiiya biting her dad's finger. "Well, look at that," she said, "You're edible!"
Thimble flitted through the trees. She had finished looking around for possible danger, and thankfully, there was none. She hadn't gotten up close to see the baby and talk to Kattigan, and she wanted to meet the kid.
"Hey, Kat," she said, "You doing good?"
@thimblethepixie
Kattigan has long since grown used to his pixie friendâs sudden appearances, but he still startles a bit at Thimbleâs sudden voice. He was in the middle of warming a bottle of formula by the fire, but thankfully doesnât drop the bottle. âThimble. I was wonderinâ when youâd show up.â He raises his fist for a tiny fistbump. âIâm fine, just bone tired. Howâve you been?â
Thimble returns the fist bump, grinning, "You know me. Can't stay away for too long."
"I bet you're tired. Having a kid's no picnic, huh?" she said.
"I'm... okay, I guess. Just feelin' kinda numb, to be honest. You think doing something would make you feel good, but it doesn't. Know what I'm talking about?" she asked.
Kattigan scoffs, dragging a hand down his face with a nod. âYeah, no kiddinâ. Thought Iâd be used to it by now, but lionfolk cubs are no joke.â Despite his grumbles, thereâs an obvious fondness and care in his eyes for the little one.
He looks at Thimble properly then. âYea. I get it. What you thinkâll make things better donât do what you thought it would, donât make things any better.â He picks up the now-warmed bottle of formula. âBut youâll get there. It takes time. You havenât even really let yourself grieve, Thim.â
"Well, I've never been around them, so I'd have to take your word for it," Thimble shrugged. She saw the fondness on Kattigan's face, so it must've been worth it.
"Let myself grieve? What are you talking about, Kat?! How can I let myself grieve when there's stuff we gotta do? We gotta bring Teor's brother back, for instance. We gotta keep moving with that stuff. Or, at least, I do," she deflates a little, some of the indignant protestation dying away.
"What are we gonna do?" she asked, more of herself than anyone else.
Kattigan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. âYâer gonna get yourself killed if you donât take the time to process all the shit going on. You can stay on task and still take time to remember him.â He frowns at Thimble, worry creasing his brow. âThjazi is gone. Thereâs no changing that. The griefâll eat you alive if you ignore it.â
Kattigan shrugs and starts walking towards Teorâs tent. âI dunno. Right now, Iâm gonna feed my damn baby and hope sheâll sleep for more than two hours at a time. Maybe you could tell her some old stories to help her sleep.â
"I don't know how. All I know is to keep fighting," Thimble confessed, "It feels like there's nothing for the grief to eat. Losing him... I don't know. It was like losing my feelings." Her eyes looked empty. Her voice was hollow. It was like a piece of her was already dead.
"Sure thing," Thimble agreed, following Kattigan, "Finally get to meet the pipsqueak."
âI get that.â His heart aches seeing his friend like this. He wants to help, but he doesnât know how. âNothing will fill that hole he left, but youâll grow beyond it and learn to live with it. Thjazi wouldnât want you to follow him.â
Stepping into the tent, a few small babbles fill the air. There are two bedrolls in the corner, toys all over the floor, and a handmade crib in the center. Kattigan approaches the crib and scoops up a little ball of dark brown fur â Kiiya, a young lionfolk cub with bright yellow eyes and the tiniest little paws that clutch tightly to Kattiganâs shirt. âHey sweetheart..â He greets his daughter with a smooch on the head. âThis is Thimble.â Kattigan looks to Thimble with a smile and Kiiya reaches a paw the size of the pixie out to her with big, wide curious eyes. âYour aunt.â
"I guess not," Thimble sighed. Thjazi was one of the best friends she had ever had. In fact, she was one of the first friends in this place she had ever had. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have known Kattigan or Teor, or even Tyranny. Or Wick. He was getting better, if really slowly. He wasn't really a bad kid, just super misguided. She followed Kattigan into the tent, looking at the toys. They all looked pretty fun for a little squirt like Kiiya to play with.
"Hi, kid," Thimble said. Boy, was this kid so cute! If she were any bigger, Thimble would want to hug her. She hovered a little way away to avoid getting crushed by Kiiya's paw. She didn't know if the kid knew how strong she was compared to her, and she really didn't want to find out the answer the hard way.
"Wait, did you say aunt? Really?" she asked, looking at Kattigan. This was news to her. Good news, but still news.
Kattigan smiles, warm and fond, as Kiiya bounces excitedly in his arms, giggling as if the little pixie fascinated her greatly. She looks astonishingly like Teor, her face structure very similar and eyes the same shade, but with a completely different fur color. One that almost matches Kattiganâs hair. At Thinbleâs query, Kattigan scoffs, almost incredulously. ââCourse. Youâre family to me nâ Teor, so youâre her family too.â
He shifts Kiiya in his arms, and while sheâs clearly curious about Thimble, sheâs much more focused on being fed, and Kattiganâs bringing the bottle carefully to her mouth. She gulps it down like she hasnât eaten in years. She ate two hours ago. Clearly she inherited her dadsâ appetite. âIâve been thinkinâ about you being her godmother too, if thatâs alright. I still have to run it by Teor, but I canât imagine heâll protest.â
"Thanks, Kat. You're my family, too," Thimble said.
She watched Kiiya being fed. She smiled at how desperately the baby ate her food. Boy, that kid was hungry. Then, the words registered in her brain.
"Wait, godmother too?! Kat, I-I don't know what to say! Yes! Of course, that's alright!"
Kattigan smiles with a deep chuckle, the warmth in his eyes unmistakable with the dual affection of his daughter and one of his closest friends. âYouâre the most resourceful person I know. Even if sheâs.. a bit bigger than you, I know youâll find her the safest, most loving home, should anything happen to me and Teor. And youâre a fierce bitch, so sheâll be plenty safe with you around.â
Thimble looks like she's going to either explode or cry. This meant so much to her. Having people like her friends rely on her for something so important? One of the best feelings in the world.
"I promise I will protect this kid with my life. Nobody is going to lay a finger on her if I have anything to do with it," she says seriously.
She watches Kiiya wriggle and smile, her wide eyes taking in the world around her. For one so small, she seemed so strong.
"You hear that, Kiiya? I'm not gonna let anybody hurt you. You are related to some of the most important people in my life, so I will do anything and give anything to make sure you're okay," she tells Kiiya, deadly serious.
As Kattigan takes away the now empty bottle, Kiiya looks at Thimble â chin soaked with formula â and giggles, reaching out to the pixie with fascination. Her paw brushes Thimble, but when she sees how much she unintentionally moves Thimble, she pulls back respectfully and chews on her claws instead. Kattigan chuckles and starts wiping her chin off as he speaks. âYou have your own guardian angel, little one. Or guardian pixie, I guess.â Kiiya babbles baby nonsense, as if replying. âHopefully she doesnât get you into even more trouble. Auntie Thimble and a teenage girl working together sounds like a nightmare.â
Thimble gets pushed back a little bit by Kiiya. It takes her off guard, but she recovers quickly. It wasn't that far, and it didn't hurt anyway.
"Be careful, li'l Ki," she says, "I'm not as big as you are." She watched Kiiya chew on her claws and how careful Kattigan was with her. If you looked at him, you might not have seen a father, but Thimble knew more than that. She had a vague idea about what his life was like before this, and she was pretty darn sure there was a kid involved.
"Oh, really? And how are you so sure?" Thimble asks Kattigan jokingly. Oh, the chaos she and Kiiya could get up to if they really tried.
Kattigan rolls his eyes, already thinking of all the scolding heâd have to give to Kiiya and her aunt. âYouâre chaos incarnate. Knowing you, youâd make my daughter into your partner in crime.â
Kiiya squirms in his arms, signaling sheâs tired of being held, so Kattigan sets her down on a blanket and hands her a few of her toys. She immediately chooses the teething toy and starts chewing on it, then looks around and grabs the smallest toy she can find â a tiny ring rattle the size of her paw â and holds it up to Thimble. Itâs the size of her. But itâs the thought that counts, right?
Thimble grins mischievously, "Maybe. I might get Tyranny in on it, too. Knowing her, it's gonna be even more chaotic!"
Thimble flies down to get a closer look at the rattle. It's as big as her, but it looks so cute and bright, and Kiiya looks so curious and proud of herself that she couldn't help what happened next.
"For me? Aw, thanks, Li'l Ki!" she grinned. She took the rattle and almost fell to the ground, her wings coming in just in time to save her.
"I'm okay! I'm okay!" she calls. A second passes.
"Actually, could I get a little help here? I think I'm a little stuck."
Kattigan bites his cheek to keep from bursting out laughing at Thimble. Itâs a sweet sight, but⌠also perfect teasing material. âA little stuck, are we?â He snickers beneath his breath, but does as heâs asked and gently takes the toy from her and returns it to Kiiyaâs toy box.
Kiiya immediately bursts into tears. Kattigan panickedly tries to reassure her, murmuring soothing words in a low voice as he strokes her small head. âShh, no, Kiiya, itâs okay. Itâs just too big, weâll get her a smaller one, okay?â
"Yeah, laugh it up, Kat," Thimble muttered to herself. It may have been funny for him up there, but it was tricky to just stay where she was! Okay, it was a little funny, but still! You try being three inches tall and holding something that was as big as you.
Thimble flew over to Kiiya.
"Hey, it's okay, little squirt. I'm okay, see?" She turned around, showing that she was doing alright.
Kiiya sniffles, snot running down her snout, but seeing Thimble okay and flying around soothes her cries. As Kattigan scrubs her fur clean with a wet rag, she reaches out to Thimble with the biggest, most pleading gaze she can muster, as if begging Thimble closer.
The look on Kiiya's face makes Thimble's heart break. She can't bear to see her little niece like that, so she flies over.
"See? I'm okay," she says, "I'm right here."
I'm Back!
// Hey, everyone! I'm done my exams, so I'll be able to get back to RP-ing with you guys! I missed y'all a lot, so I can't wait to have fun again!
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Thimble dear, could I ask you something? Do you know what twink means? It came up in conversation recently but I didnât get the chance to ask.
Uh, okay.
Twink... Hang on a second, I gotta try and remember. Wait, I got it! It means a young gay dude. Like, I'm talking early twenties, looks super young and innocent and sweet. You know, like you!
Thimble flitted through the trees. She had finished looking around for possible danger, and thankfully, there was none. She hadn't gotten up close to see the baby and talk to Kattigan, and she wanted to meet the kid.
"Hey, Kat," she said, "You doing good?"
@thimblethepixie
Kattigan has long since grown used to his pixie friendâs sudden appearances, but he still startles a bit at Thimbleâs sudden voice. He was in the middle of warming a bottle of formula by the fire, but thankfully doesnât drop the bottle. âThimble. I was wonderinâ when youâd show up.â He raises his fist for a tiny fistbump. âIâm fine, just bone tired. Howâve you been?â
Thimble returns the fist bump, grinning, "You know me. Can't stay away for too long."
"I bet you're tired. Having a kid's no picnic, huh?" she said.
"I'm... okay, I guess. Just feelin' kinda numb, to be honest. You think doing something would make you feel good, but it doesn't. Know what I'm talking about?" she asked.
Kattigan scoffs, dragging a hand down his face with a nod. âYeah, no kiddinâ. Thought Iâd be used to it by now, but lionfolk cubs are no joke.â Despite his grumbles, thereâs an obvious fondness and care in his eyes for the little one.
He looks at Thimble properly then. âYea. I get it. What you thinkâll make things better donât do what you thought it would, donât make things any better.â He picks up the now-warmed bottle of formula. âBut youâll get there. It takes time. You havenât even really let yourself grieve, Thim.â
"Well, I've never been around them, so I'd have to take your word for it," Thimble shrugged. She saw the fondness on Kattigan's face, so it must've been worth it.
"Let myself grieve? What are you talking about, Kat?! How can I let myself grieve when there's stuff we gotta do? We gotta bring Teor's brother back, for instance. We gotta keep moving with that stuff. Or, at least, I do," she deflates a little, some of the indignant protestation dying away.
"What are we gonna do?" she asked, more of herself than anyone else.
Kattigan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. âYâer gonna get yourself killed if you donât take the time to process all the shit going on. You can stay on task and still take time to remember him.â He frowns at Thimble, worry creasing his brow. âThjazi is gone. Thereâs no changing that. The griefâll eat you alive if you ignore it.â
Kattigan shrugs and starts walking towards Teorâs tent. âI dunno. Right now, Iâm gonna feed my damn baby and hope sheâll sleep for more than two hours at a time. Maybe you could tell her some old stories to help her sleep.â
"I don't know how. All I know is to keep fighting," Thimble confessed, "It feels like there's nothing for the grief to eat. Losing him... I don't know. It was like losing my feelings." Her eyes looked empty. Her voice was hollow. It was like a piece of her was already dead.
"Sure thing," Thimble agreed, following Kattigan, "Finally get to meet the pipsqueak."
âI get that.â His heart aches seeing his friend like this. He wants to help, but he doesnât know how. âNothing will fill that hole he left, but youâll grow beyond it and learn to live with it. Thjazi wouldnât want you to follow him.â
Stepping into the tent, a few small babbles fill the air. There are two bedrolls in the corner, toys all over the floor, and a handmade crib in the center. Kattigan approaches the crib and scoops up a little ball of dark brown fur â Kiiya, a young lionfolk cub with bright yellow eyes and the tiniest little paws that clutch tightly to Kattiganâs shirt. âHey sweetheart..â He greets his daughter with a smooch on the head. âThis is Thimble.â Kattigan looks to Thimble with a smile and Kiiya reaches a paw the size of the pixie out to her with big, wide curious eyes. âYour aunt.â
"I guess not," Thimble sighed. Thjazi was one of the best friends she had ever had. In fact, she was one of the first friends in this place she had ever had. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have known Kattigan or Teor, or even Tyranny. Or Wick. He was getting better, if really slowly. He wasn't really a bad kid, just super misguided. She followed Kattigan into the tent, looking at the toys. They all looked pretty fun for a little squirt like Kiiya to play with.
"Hi, kid," Thimble said. Boy, was this kid so cute! If she were any bigger, Thimble would want to hug her. She hovered a little way away to avoid getting crushed by Kiiya's paw. She didn't know if the kid knew how strong she was compared to her, and she really didn't want to find out the answer the hard way.
"Wait, did you say aunt? Really?" she asked, looking at Kattigan. This was news to her. Good news, but still news.
Kattigan smiles, warm and fond, as Kiiya bounces excitedly in his arms, giggling as if the little pixie fascinated her greatly. She looks astonishingly like Teor, her face structure very similar and eyes the same shade, but with a completely different fur color. One that almost matches Kattiganâs hair. At Thinbleâs query, Kattigan scoffs, almost incredulously. ââCourse. Youâre family to me nâ Teor, so youâre her family too.â
He shifts Kiiya in his arms, and while sheâs clearly curious about Thimble, sheâs much more focused on being fed, and Kattiganâs bringing the bottle carefully to her mouth. She gulps it down like she hasnât eaten in years. She ate two hours ago. Clearly she inherited her dadsâ appetite. âIâve been thinkinâ about you being her godmother too, if thatâs alright. I still have to run it by Teor, but I canât imagine heâll protest.â
"Thanks, Kat. You're my family, too," Thimble said.
She watched Kiiya being fed. She smiled at how desperately the baby ate her food. Boy, that kid was hungry. Then, the words registered in her brain.
"Wait, godmother too?! Kat, I-I don't know what to say! Yes! Of course, that's alright!"
Kattigan smiles with a deep chuckle, the warmth in his eyes unmistakable with the dual affection of his daughter and one of his closest friends. âYouâre the most resourceful person I know. Even if sheâs.. a bit bigger than you, I know youâll find her the safest, most loving home, should anything happen to me and Teor. And youâre a fierce bitch, so sheâll be plenty safe with you around.â
Thimble looks like she's going to either explode or cry. This meant so much to her. Having people like her friends rely on her for something so important? One of the best feelings in the world.
"I promise I will protect this kid with my life. Nobody is going to lay a finger on her if I have anything to do with it," she says seriously.
She watches Kiiya wriggle and smile, her wide eyes taking in the world around her. For one so small, she seemed so strong.
"You hear that, Kiiya? I'm not gonna let anybody hurt you. You are related to some of the most important people in my life, so I will do anything and give anything to make sure you're okay," she tells Kiiya, deadly serious.
As Kattigan takes away the now empty bottle, Kiiya looks at Thimble â chin soaked with formula â and giggles, reaching out to the pixie with fascination. Her paw brushes Thimble, but when she sees how much she unintentionally moves Thimble, she pulls back respectfully and chews on her claws instead. Kattigan chuckles and starts wiping her chin off as he speaks. âYou have your own guardian angel, little one. Or guardian pixie, I guess.â Kiiya babbles baby nonsense, as if replying. âHopefully she doesnât get you into even more trouble. Auntie Thimble and a teenage girl working together sounds like a nightmare.â
Thimble gets pushed back a little bit by Kiiya. It takes her off guard, but she recovers quickly. It wasn't that far, and it didn't hurt anyway.
"Be careful, li'l Ki," she says, "I'm not as big as you are." She watched Kiiya chew on her claws and how careful Kattigan was with her. If you looked at him, you might not have seen a father, but Thimble knew more than that. She had a vague idea about what his life was like before this, and she was pretty darn sure there was a kid involved.
"Oh, really? And how are you so sure?" Thimble asks Kattigan jokingly. Oh, the chaos she and Kiiya could get up to if they really tried.
Kattigan rolls his eyes, already thinking of all the scolding heâd have to give to Kiiya and her aunt. âYouâre chaos incarnate. Knowing you, youâd make my daughter into your partner in crime.â
Kiiya squirms in his arms, signaling sheâs tired of being held, so Kattigan sets her down on a blanket and hands her a few of her toys. She immediately chooses the teething toy and starts chewing on it, then looks around and grabs the smallest toy she can find â a tiny ring rattle the size of her paw â and holds it up to Thimble. Itâs the size of her. But itâs the thought that counts, right?
Thimble grins mischievously, "Maybe. I might get Tyranny in on it, too. Knowing her, it's gonna be even more chaotic!"
Thimble flies down to get a closer look at the rattle. It's as big as her, but it looks so cute and bright, and Kiiya looks so curious and proud of herself that she couldn't help what happened next.
"For me? Aw, thanks, Li'l Ki!" she grinned. She took the rattle and almost fell to the ground, her wings coming in just in time to save her.
"I'm okay! I'm okay!" she calls. A second passes.
"Actually, could I get a little help here? I think I'm a little stuck."
Kattigan bites his cheek to keep from bursting out laughing at Thimble. Itâs a sweet sight, but⌠also perfect teasing material. âA little stuck, are we?â He snickers beneath his breath, but does as heâs asked and gently takes the toy from her and returns it to Kiiyaâs toy box.
Kiiya immediately bursts into tears. Kattigan panickedly tries to reassure her, murmuring soothing words in a low voice as he strokes her small head. âShh, no, Kiiya, itâs okay. Itâs just too big, weâll get her a smaller one, okay?â
"Yeah, laugh it up, Kat," Thimble muttered to herself. It may have been funny for him up there, but it was tricky to just stay where she was! Okay, it was a little funny, but still! You try being three inches tall and holding something that was as big as you.
Thimble flew over to Kiiya.
"Hey, it's okay, little squirt. I'm okay, see?" She turned around, showing that she was doing alright.
Happy april fools day! Whatâs your favorite joke?
My favourite joke. Okay, let me think. Oh, I know! Sneaking up on people! Nobody sees me coming and it's really funny to hear Wick scream.
Joke-wise, I like, "My friend keeps missing me but his aim's getting better!" Classic.
(OOC If you were asking me, I really like "What did the two oceans say to each other? Nothing, they just waved." Prank-wise, there's nothing like a good old-fashioned rickroll. It's a classic and it's harmless to boot!)
Ahem.
Youâve been doing that on purpose?
Most of the time, yeah. You screaming like a little girl never gets old! Plus, Teor and Kattigan know what's coming, and I am not jumpscaring Kiiya until she's older, so it's either you or Tyranny.
Also, doing to Thjazi was pretty fun, too. At least, when he didn't see me coming.
Happy april fools day! Whatâs your favorite joke?
My favourite joke. Okay, let me think. Oh, I know! Sneaking up on people! Nobody sees me coming and it's really funny to hear Wick scream.
Joke-wise, I like, "My friend keeps missing me but his aim's getting better!" Classic.
(OOC If you were asking me, I really like "What did the two oceans say to each other? Nothing, they just waved." Prank-wise, there's nothing like a good old-fashioned rickroll. It's a classic and it's harmless to boot!)
Thimble flitted through the trees. She had finished looking around for possible danger, and thankfully, there was none. She hadn't gotten up close to see the baby and talk to Kattigan, and she wanted to meet the kid.
"Hey, Kat," she said, "You doing good?"
@thimblethepixie
Kattigan has long since grown used to his pixie friendâs sudden appearances, but he still startles a bit at Thimbleâs sudden voice. He was in the middle of warming a bottle of formula by the fire, but thankfully doesnât drop the bottle. âThimble. I was wonderinâ when youâd show up.â He raises his fist for a tiny fistbump. âIâm fine, just bone tired. Howâve you been?â
Thimble returns the fist bump, grinning, "You know me. Can't stay away for too long."
"I bet you're tired. Having a kid's no picnic, huh?" she said.
"I'm... okay, I guess. Just feelin' kinda numb, to be honest. You think doing something would make you feel good, but it doesn't. Know what I'm talking about?" she asked.
Kattigan scoffs, dragging a hand down his face with a nod. âYeah, no kiddinâ. Thought Iâd be used to it by now, but lionfolk cubs are no joke.â Despite his grumbles, thereâs an obvious fondness and care in his eyes for the little one.
He looks at Thimble properly then. âYea. I get it. What you thinkâll make things better donât do what you thought it would, donât make things any better.â He picks up the now-warmed bottle of formula. âBut youâll get there. It takes time. You havenât even really let yourself grieve, Thim.â
"Well, I've never been around them, so I'd have to take your word for it," Thimble shrugged. She saw the fondness on Kattigan's face, so it must've been worth it.
"Let myself grieve? What are you talking about, Kat?! How can I let myself grieve when there's stuff we gotta do? We gotta bring Teor's brother back, for instance. We gotta keep moving with that stuff. Or, at least, I do," she deflates a little, some of the indignant protestation dying away.
"What are we gonna do?" she asked, more of herself than anyone else.
Kattigan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. âYâer gonna get yourself killed if you donât take the time to process all the shit going on. You can stay on task and still take time to remember him.â He frowns at Thimble, worry creasing his brow. âThjazi is gone. Thereâs no changing that. The griefâll eat you alive if you ignore it.â
Kattigan shrugs and starts walking towards Teorâs tent. âI dunno. Right now, Iâm gonna feed my damn baby and hope sheâll sleep for more than two hours at a time. Maybe you could tell her some old stories to help her sleep.â
"I don't know how. All I know is to keep fighting," Thimble confessed, "It feels like there's nothing for the grief to eat. Losing him... I don't know. It was like losing my feelings." Her eyes looked empty. Her voice was hollow. It was like a piece of her was already dead.
"Sure thing," Thimble agreed, following Kattigan, "Finally get to meet the pipsqueak."
âI get that.â His heart aches seeing his friend like this. He wants to help, but he doesnât know how. âNothing will fill that hole he left, but youâll grow beyond it and learn to live with it. Thjazi wouldnât want you to follow him.â
Stepping into the tent, a few small babbles fill the air. There are two bedrolls in the corner, toys all over the floor, and a handmade crib in the center. Kattigan approaches the crib and scoops up a little ball of dark brown fur â Kiiya, a young lionfolk cub with bright yellow eyes and the tiniest little paws that clutch tightly to Kattiganâs shirt. âHey sweetheart..â He greets his daughter with a smooch on the head. âThis is Thimble.â Kattigan looks to Thimble with a smile and Kiiya reaches a paw the size of the pixie out to her with big, wide curious eyes. âYour aunt.â
"I guess not," Thimble sighed. Thjazi was one of the best friends she had ever had. In fact, she was one of the first friends in this place she had ever had. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have known Kattigan or Teor, or even Tyranny. Or Wick. He was getting better, if really slowly. He wasn't really a bad kid, just super misguided. She followed Kattigan into the tent, looking at the toys. They all looked pretty fun for a little squirt like Kiiya to play with.
"Hi, kid," Thimble said. Boy, was this kid so cute! If she were any bigger, Thimble would want to hug her. She hovered a little way away to avoid getting crushed by Kiiya's paw. She didn't know if the kid knew how strong she was compared to her, and she really didn't want to find out the answer the hard way.
"Wait, did you say aunt? Really?" she asked, looking at Kattigan. This was news to her. Good news, but still news.
Kattigan smiles, warm and fond, as Kiiya bounces excitedly in his arms, giggling as if the little pixie fascinated her greatly. She looks astonishingly like Teor, her face structure very similar and eyes the same shade, but with a completely different fur color. One that almost matches Kattiganâs hair. At Thinbleâs query, Kattigan scoffs, almost incredulously. ââCourse. Youâre family to me nâ Teor, so youâre her family too.â
He shifts Kiiya in his arms, and while sheâs clearly curious about Thimble, sheâs much more focused on being fed, and Kattiganâs bringing the bottle carefully to her mouth. She gulps it down like she hasnât eaten in years. She ate two hours ago. Clearly she inherited her dadsâ appetite. âIâve been thinkinâ about you being her godmother too, if thatâs alright. I still have to run it by Teor, but I canât imagine heâll protest.â
"Thanks, Kat. You're my family, too," Thimble said.
She watched Kiiya being fed. She smiled at how desperately the baby ate her food. Boy, that kid was hungry. Then, the words registered in her brain.
"Wait, godmother too?! Kat, I-I don't know what to say! Yes! Of course, that's alright!"
Kattigan smiles with a deep chuckle, the warmth in his eyes unmistakable with the dual affection of his daughter and one of his closest friends. âYouâre the most resourceful person I know. Even if sheâs.. a bit bigger than you, I know youâll find her the safest, most loving home, should anything happen to me and Teor. And youâre a fierce bitch, so sheâll be plenty safe with you around.â
Thimble looks like she's going to either explode or cry. This meant so much to her. Having people like her friends rely on her for something so important? One of the best feelings in the world.
"I promise I will protect this kid with my life. Nobody is going to lay a finger on her if I have anything to do with it," she says seriously.
She watches Kiiya wriggle and smile, her wide eyes taking in the world around her. For one so small, she seemed so strong.
"You hear that, Kiiya? I'm not gonna let anybody hurt you. You are related to some of the most important people in my life, so I will do anything and give anything to make sure you're okay," she tells Kiiya, deadly serious.
As Kattigan takes away the now empty bottle, Kiiya looks at Thimble â chin soaked with formula â and giggles, reaching out to the pixie with fascination. Her paw brushes Thimble, but when she sees how much she unintentionally moves Thimble, she pulls back respectfully and chews on her claws instead. Kattigan chuckles and starts wiping her chin off as he speaks. âYou have your own guardian angel, little one. Or guardian pixie, I guess.â Kiiya babbles baby nonsense, as if replying. âHopefully she doesnât get you into even more trouble. Auntie Thimble and a teenage girl working together sounds like a nightmare.â
Thimble gets pushed back a little bit by Kiiya. It takes her off guard, but she recovers quickly. It wasn't that far, and it didn't hurt anyway.
"Be careful, li'l Ki," she says, "I'm not as big as you are." She watched Kiiya chew on her claws and how careful Kattigan was with her. If you looked at him, you might not have seen a father, but Thimble knew more than that. She had a vague idea about what his life was like before this, and she was pretty darn sure there was a kid involved.
"Oh, really? And how are you so sure?" Thimble asks Kattigan jokingly. Oh, the chaos she and Kiiya could get up to if they really tried.
Kattigan rolls his eyes, already thinking of all the scolding heâd have to give to Kiiya and her aunt. âYouâre chaos incarnate. Knowing you, youâd make my daughter into your partner in crime.â
Kiiya squirms in his arms, signaling sheâs tired of being held, so Kattigan sets her down on a blanket and hands her a few of her toys. She immediately chooses the teething toy and starts chewing on it, then looks around and grabs the smallest toy she can find â a tiny ring rattle the size of her paw â and holds it up to Thimble. Itâs the size of her. But itâs the thought that counts, right?
Thimble grins mischievously, "Maybe. I might get Tyranny in on it, too. Knowing her, it's gonna be even more chaotic!"
Thimble flies down to get a closer look at the rattle. It's as big as her, but it looks so cute and bright, and Kiiya looks so curious and proud of herself that she couldn't help what happened next.
"For me? Aw, thanks, Li'l Ki!" she grinned. She took the rattle and almost fell to the ground, her wings coming in just in time to save her.
"I'm okay! I'm okay!" she calls. A second passes.
"Actually, could I get a little help here? I think I'm a little stuck."
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Thimble flitted through the trees. She had finished looking around for possible danger, and thankfully, there was none. She hadn't gotten up close to see the baby and talk to Kattigan, and she wanted to meet the kid.
"Hey, Kat," she said, "You doing good?"
@thimblethepixie
Kattigan has long since grown used to his pixie friendâs sudden appearances, but he still startles a bit at Thimbleâs sudden voice. He was in the middle of warming a bottle of formula by the fire, but thankfully doesnât drop the bottle. âThimble. I was wonderinâ when youâd show up.â He raises his fist for a tiny fistbump. âIâm fine, just bone tired. Howâve you been?â
Thimble returns the fist bump, grinning, "You know me. Can't stay away for too long."
"I bet you're tired. Having a kid's no picnic, huh?" she said.
"I'm... okay, I guess. Just feelin' kinda numb, to be honest. You think doing something would make you feel good, but it doesn't. Know what I'm talking about?" she asked.
Kattigan scoffs, dragging a hand down his face with a nod. âYeah, no kiddinâ. Thought Iâd be used to it by now, but lionfolk cubs are no joke.â Despite his grumbles, thereâs an obvious fondness and care in his eyes for the little one.
He looks at Thimble properly then. âYea. I get it. What you thinkâll make things better donât do what you thought it would, donât make things any better.â He picks up the now-warmed bottle of formula. âBut youâll get there. It takes time. You havenât even really let yourself grieve, Thim.â
"Well, I've never been around them, so I'd have to take your word for it," Thimble shrugged. She saw the fondness on Kattigan's face, so it must've been worth it.
"Let myself grieve? What are you talking about, Kat?! How can I let myself grieve when there's stuff we gotta do? We gotta bring Teor's brother back, for instance. We gotta keep moving with that stuff. Or, at least, I do," she deflates a little, some of the indignant protestation dying away.
"What are we gonna do?" she asked, more of herself than anyone else.
Kattigan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. âYâer gonna get yourself killed if you donât take the time to process all the shit going on. You can stay on task and still take time to remember him.â He frowns at Thimble, worry creasing his brow. âThjazi is gone. Thereâs no changing that. The griefâll eat you alive if you ignore it.â
Kattigan shrugs and starts walking towards Teorâs tent. âI dunno. Right now, Iâm gonna feed my damn baby and hope sheâll sleep for more than two hours at a time. Maybe you could tell her some old stories to help her sleep.â
"I don't know how. All I know is to keep fighting," Thimble confessed, "It feels like there's nothing for the grief to eat. Losing him... I don't know. It was like losing my feelings." Her eyes looked empty. Her voice was hollow. It was like a piece of her was already dead.
"Sure thing," Thimble agreed, following Kattigan, "Finally get to meet the pipsqueak."
âI get that.â His heart aches seeing his friend like this. He wants to help, but he doesnât know how. âNothing will fill that hole he left, but youâll grow beyond it and learn to live with it. Thjazi wouldnât want you to follow him.â
Stepping into the tent, a few small babbles fill the air. There are two bedrolls in the corner, toys all over the floor, and a handmade crib in the center. Kattigan approaches the crib and scoops up a little ball of dark brown fur â Kiiya, a young lionfolk cub with bright yellow eyes and the tiniest little paws that clutch tightly to Kattiganâs shirt. âHey sweetheart..â He greets his daughter with a smooch on the head. âThis is Thimble.â Kattigan looks to Thimble with a smile and Kiiya reaches a paw the size of the pixie out to her with big, wide curious eyes. âYour aunt.â
"I guess not," Thimble sighed. Thjazi was one of the best friends she had ever had. In fact, she was one of the first friends in this place she had ever had. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have known Kattigan or Teor, or even Tyranny. Or Wick. He was getting better, if really slowly. He wasn't really a bad kid, just super misguided. She followed Kattigan into the tent, looking at the toys. They all looked pretty fun for a little squirt like Kiiya to play with.
"Hi, kid," Thimble said. Boy, was this kid so cute! If she were any bigger, Thimble would want to hug her. She hovered a little way away to avoid getting crushed by Kiiya's paw. She didn't know if the kid knew how strong she was compared to her, and she really didn't want to find out the answer the hard way.
"Wait, did you say aunt? Really?" she asked, looking at Kattigan. This was news to her. Good news, but still news.
Kattigan smiles, warm and fond, as Kiiya bounces excitedly in his arms, giggling as if the little pixie fascinated her greatly. She looks astonishingly like Teor, her face structure very similar and eyes the same shade, but with a completely different fur color. One that almost matches Kattiganâs hair. At Thinbleâs query, Kattigan scoffs, almost incredulously. ââCourse. Youâre family to me nâ Teor, so youâre her family too.â
He shifts Kiiya in his arms, and while sheâs clearly curious about Thimble, sheâs much more focused on being fed, and Kattiganâs bringing the bottle carefully to her mouth. She gulps it down like she hasnât eaten in years. She ate two hours ago. Clearly she inherited her dadsâ appetite. âIâve been thinkinâ about you being her godmother too, if thatâs alright. I still have to run it by Teor, but I canât imagine heâll protest.â
"Thanks, Kat. You're my family, too," Thimble said.
She watched Kiiya being fed. She smiled at how desperately the baby ate her food. Boy, that kid was hungry. Then, the words registered in her brain.
"Wait, godmother too?! Kat, I-I don't know what to say! Yes! Of course, that's alright!"
Kattigan smiles with a deep chuckle, the warmth in his eyes unmistakable with the dual affection of his daughter and one of his closest friends. âYouâre the most resourceful person I know. Even if sheâs.. a bit bigger than you, I know youâll find her the safest, most loving home, should anything happen to me and Teor. And youâre a fierce bitch, so sheâll be plenty safe with you around.â
Thimble looks like she's going to either explode or cry. This meant so much to her. Having people like her friends rely on her for something so important? One of the best feelings in the world.
"I promise I will protect this kid with my life. Nobody is going to lay a finger on her if I have anything to do with it," she says seriously.
She watches Kiiya wriggle and smile, her wide eyes taking in the world around her. For one so small, she seemed so strong.
"You hear that, Kiiya? I'm not gonna let anybody hurt you. You are related to some of the most important people in my life, so I will do anything and give anything to make sure you're okay," she tells Kiiya, deadly serious.
As Kattigan takes away the now empty bottle, Kiiya looks at Thimble â chin soaked with formula â and giggles, reaching out to the pixie with fascination. Her paw brushes Thimble, but when she sees how much she unintentionally moves Thimble, she pulls back respectfully and chews on her claws instead. Kattigan chuckles and starts wiping her chin off as he speaks. âYou have your own guardian angel, little one. Or guardian pixie, I guess.â Kiiya babbles baby nonsense, as if replying. âHopefully she doesnât get you into even more trouble. Auntie Thimble and a teenage girl working together sounds like a nightmare.â
Thimble gets pushed back a little bit by Kiiya. It takes her off guard, but she recovers quickly. It wasn't that far, and it didn't hurt anyway.
"Be careful, li'l Ki," she says, "I'm not as big as you are." She watched Kiiya chew on her claws and how careful Kattigan was with her. If you looked at him, you might not have seen a father, but Thimble knew more than that. She had a vague idea about what his life was like before this, and she was pretty darn sure there was a kid involved.
"Oh, really? And how are you so sure?" Thimble asks Kattigan jokingly. Oh, the chaos she and Kiiya could get up to if they really tried.
Thimble flitted through the trees. She had finished looking around for possible danger, and thankfully, there was none. She hadn't gotten up close to see the baby and talk to Kattigan, and she wanted to meet the kid.
"Hey, Kat," she said, "You doing good?"
@thimblethepixie
Kattigan has long since grown used to his pixie friendâs sudden appearances, but he still startles a bit at Thimbleâs sudden voice. He was in the middle of warming a bottle of formula by the fire, but thankfully doesnât drop the bottle. âThimble. I was wonderinâ when youâd show up.â He raises his fist for a tiny fistbump. âIâm fine, just bone tired. Howâve you been?â
Thimble returns the fist bump, grinning, "You know me. Can't stay away for too long."
"I bet you're tired. Having a kid's no picnic, huh?" she said.
"I'm... okay, I guess. Just feelin' kinda numb, to be honest. You think doing something would make you feel good, but it doesn't. Know what I'm talking about?" she asked.
Kattigan scoffs, dragging a hand down his face with a nod. âYeah, no kiddinâ. Thought Iâd be used to it by now, but lionfolk cubs are no joke.â Despite his grumbles, thereâs an obvious fondness and care in his eyes for the little one.
He looks at Thimble properly then. âYea. I get it. What you thinkâll make things better donât do what you thought it would, donât make things any better.â He picks up the now-warmed bottle of formula. âBut youâll get there. It takes time. You havenât even really let yourself grieve, Thim.â
"Well, I've never been around them, so I'd have to take your word for it," Thimble shrugged. She saw the fondness on Kattigan's face, so it must've been worth it.
"Let myself grieve? What are you talking about, Kat?! How can I let myself grieve when there's stuff we gotta do? We gotta bring Teor's brother back, for instance. We gotta keep moving with that stuff. Or, at least, I do," she deflates a little, some of the indignant protestation dying away.
"What are we gonna do?" she asked, more of herself than anyone else.
Kattigan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. âYâer gonna get yourself killed if you donât take the time to process all the shit going on. You can stay on task and still take time to remember him.â He frowns at Thimble, worry creasing his brow. âThjazi is gone. Thereâs no changing that. The griefâll eat you alive if you ignore it.â
Kattigan shrugs and starts walking towards Teorâs tent. âI dunno. Right now, Iâm gonna feed my damn baby and hope sheâll sleep for more than two hours at a time. Maybe you could tell her some old stories to help her sleep.â
"I don't know how. All I know is to keep fighting," Thimble confessed, "It feels like there's nothing for the grief to eat. Losing him... I don't know. It was like losing my feelings." Her eyes looked empty. Her voice was hollow. It was like a piece of her was already dead.
"Sure thing," Thimble agreed, following Kattigan, "Finally get to meet the pipsqueak."
âI get that.â His heart aches seeing his friend like this. He wants to help, but he doesnât know how. âNothing will fill that hole he left, but youâll grow beyond it and learn to live with it. Thjazi wouldnât want you to follow him.â
Stepping into the tent, a few small babbles fill the air. There are two bedrolls in the corner, toys all over the floor, and a handmade crib in the center. Kattigan approaches the crib and scoops up a little ball of dark brown fur â Kiiya, a young lionfolk cub with bright yellow eyes and the tiniest little paws that clutch tightly to Kattiganâs shirt. âHey sweetheart..â He greets his daughter with a smooch on the head. âThis is Thimble.â Kattigan looks to Thimble with a smile and Kiiya reaches a paw the size of the pixie out to her with big, wide curious eyes. âYour aunt.â
"I guess not," Thimble sighed. Thjazi was one of the best friends she had ever had. In fact, she was one of the first friends in this place she had ever had. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have known Kattigan or Teor, or even Tyranny. Or Wick. He was getting better, if really slowly. He wasn't really a bad kid, just super misguided. She followed Kattigan into the tent, looking at the toys. They all looked pretty fun for a little squirt like Kiiya to play with.
"Hi, kid," Thimble said. Boy, was this kid so cute! If she were any bigger, Thimble would want to hug her. She hovered a little way away to avoid getting crushed by Kiiya's paw. She didn't know if the kid knew how strong she was compared to her, and she really didn't want to find out the answer the hard way.
"Wait, did you say aunt? Really?" she asked, looking at Kattigan. This was news to her. Good news, but still news.
Kattigan smiles, warm and fond, as Kiiya bounces excitedly in his arms, giggling as if the little pixie fascinated her greatly. She looks astonishingly like Teor, her face structure very similar and eyes the same shade, but with a completely different fur color. One that almost matches Kattiganâs hair. At Thinbleâs query, Kattigan scoffs, almost incredulously. ââCourse. Youâre family to me nâ Teor, so youâre her family too.â
He shifts Kiiya in his arms, and while sheâs clearly curious about Thimble, sheâs much more focused on being fed, and Kattiganâs bringing the bottle carefully to her mouth. She gulps it down like she hasnât eaten in years. She ate two hours ago. Clearly she inherited her dadsâ appetite. âIâve been thinkinâ about you being her godmother too, if thatâs alright. I still have to run it by Teor, but I canât imagine heâll protest.â
"Thanks, Kat. You're my family, too," Thimble said.
She watched Kiiya being fed. She smiled at how desperately the baby ate her food. Boy, that kid was hungry. Then, the words registered in her brain.
"Wait, godmother too?! Kat, I-I don't know what to say! Yes! Of course, that's alright!"
Kattigan smiles with a deep chuckle, the warmth in his eyes unmistakable with the dual affection of his daughter and one of his closest friends. âYouâre the most resourceful person I know. Even if sheâs.. a bit bigger than you, I know youâll find her the safest, most loving home, should anything happen to me and Teor. And youâre a fierce bitch, so sheâll be plenty safe with you around.â
Thimble looks like she's going to either explode or cry. This meant so much to her. Having people like her friends rely on her for something so important? One of the best feelings in the world.
"I promise I will protect this kid with my life. Nobody is going to lay a finger on her if I have anything to do with it," she says seriously.
She watches Kiiya wriggle and smile, her wide eyes taking in the world around her. For one so small, she seemed so strong.
"You hear that, Kiiya? I'm not gonna let anybody hurt you. You are related to some of the most important people in my life, so I will do anything and give anything to make sure you're okay," she tells Kiiya, deadly serious.
