[se] drop tea leaves on the floor

// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //

The water from the fountain heals up the little scratches that Petronella has sunk into his skin – superficial, thankfully, but they wouldn’t be the last. She’s fiery, just as Haai was, and is content to sit there wading in the fountain, eyes watching them like they were her prey – which, in a way, they were. At least for a tiny kitten learning her way around the world, Sunjata intended on letting her keep her instincts just as he had with the griffin that had come before her.

A low hum leaves him in response to her question and the snort, a soft sigh slipping from his throat when he shakes his head and withdraws his hand. “Oh I didn’t.” And it had hurt, but he’d swallowed it down because Koa had reminded him that he couldn’t take it out on her. It was unfair. But here they were and Sunjata was dealing, the feeling of invasion growing less so as the days pass. “I went over to her and checked on her and she meowed at me and it clicked and suddenly the hole Haai left behind was just… Full of confusion and relief and wonder.” And he’d panicked.

the flood

// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //