snow butterfly.snow butterfly.21 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
It was a stormy winter night. A orange hedgehog. Name kai. Kai come out from post office. sending. letters to a loved one.
Walking back home. But kai sure wish he brought a bigger jacket.
Kai: darn it! It so cold!
kai heard a laughter. around the snowing stormy night. Kai spotted a little figure.kai was astonish.
it was a white butterfly. On stormy snow night .why was kai amazed? Well.butterfly cannot survive in winter.
Kai: come over here!
the white butterfly flew away.into the snowing mist.
Kai: Noooooooo! I was going to use you for money!!!!!
Kai finally returns home.
having hot cocoa.completely forgot about the white butterfly.until. he glimpse at his window.it was the white butterfly.outside from the window. Kai looked at the Window.and wave goodbye.at the butterfly. and the butterfly flew away.
She was Tired of WaitingShe was tired of waiting.She was Tired of Waiting3 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
She was tired of waiting for her father to return home from war. There was little doubt in her mind that he would of course. He'd regail her with stories of his fathers, and their fathers, of the noble military tradition that carved its way through France's history. Relics and heirlooms that were all around their home were a testament to their fighting spirit. There was little doubt that he'd walk through that door, perhaps a bit weary, but with a grand new tale to tell his daughter and only child.
At least, at first, there was little doubt.
As the days stretched on, she began to grow more anxious. She'd try and comfort herself with insistent statements, that it wasn't in her father's blood, nor was it in hers, to fall before an enemy. If they were to fall, then it would be with their sword pointed outwards, ready to take their foe with them.
As the days stretched on, that insistence failed to comfort her.
She looked out her window as she watched her friends'