"C'mon, slowpoke!" Eyre yelled. "We only have so much daylight!"
Obsidian huffed. "You and I both know you shouldn't be running on that leg." He gazed at her bandaged wrapped back leg. It had been permanently damaged in a bird attack that claimed her wings as well, leaving the young skimmer permanently grounded. "You could get hurt or make it worse. You and I both know that- and she isn't listening.."
Eyre's ears were perked up and swiveled forward. "Obsidian, do you hear that?" She whipped her head to and fro, searching for something.
"The sound of how little you listen?"
"No! It sounds like crying!"
He strained his ears, barely hearing the sound, but she was right, it was definitely crying. Eyre stopped looking and tore off through the grass suddenly, her companion not far behind.
They stopped, a small pink fluffball sobbing on the ground at their feet. It had long, silky hair. Eyre gave it a sympathetic look and walked towards it, while Obsidian bristled with realization.
"Eyre, get away from that thing!" He yelled
The creature shot to a seated position, blind eyed wide with fear at the sound. Its hair moved, revealing an extra set of legs, and Eyre froze.
"Is a spinner," she whispered.
"Back away, slowly." Obsidian instructed.
"But it needs help, it could be hurt." She argued, taking another step forward.
"Its kind will help it."
"This far out? Look how scrawny it is, no spinner is coming. It's been abandoned." She came upon the little spinner, dipping down to eye-level with the tiny creature. "Hey there little guy, dont worry, we won't hurt you."
Obsidian's huff was met with a glare from Eyre.
"Yeah, sure, I guess." He rolled his eyes.
Eyre stood and sauntered over to Obsidian, who looked away. "I think you know what comes next," she said melodically.
"Absolutely not!" He whipped around to face her. "Havent you heard stories of the spinner invasion?!"
She tilted her head. "He has nothing do do with that."
"But his kind-"
"Look at what Empress Wylla does to firewinders like Spicy, do you hate wysps?" She asked.
"No, but-" he sputtered.
"Then why punish a baby for a past he has no part in, a past none of us have a part in?" She nuzzled him. "I know you may not like it, but I can't just leave him to die."
"I suppose you're right." He murmured.
She gave a soft smile before turning to the spinner. I suppose we should get you home and fed, hm?" She lifted the young spinner, much to his chagrin. "Hush, you may not like it, but the way home is full of things you can't see and could get hurt on." He seemed to quiet down at this statement, though he still pouted as she set him on her back.
"What are you going to call him?" Obsidian led the way home.
"Coreopsis seems like a good fit." She murmured.
"Coreopsis? Kodi will have a field day," he snorted.
"Corey for short, of course. What do you think, little one?" She looked behind her.
"I li-li-like it" he gave a nervous smile.
"He speaks!" Eyre smiled.
"A bit." Obsidian moved a blade of grass out of the way.
Coreopsis yawned. "Sleepy?" Eyre chuckled. A tiny nod and a soft muzzle was all she was met with.
"He's dozing." Obsidian looked at the spinner, his eyes finally softening.
And with that, the three began the slow trek home.
Grottolings are a semi-open species made by FuyusFox
Eyre and Coreopsis are both made by me
Obsidian was gifted to me by Sylveon17
Art by me