Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Stede picked himself up, dusting off his fur and the puffy jacket he wore. He clucked a dissaproving tongue at the tear in the sleeve, but with a little sigh knew it would be an easy enough mend to make. In fact he'd been wanting to try a new method of mending that involved embroidering lovely flowers or leaves or other pretty natural things to cover the rip in the fabric. He had some new thread he wanted to use that would be perfect for the job. Looking up with a critical eye, he looked again upon the whisp an idea sparking in his head.
"There's maybe time to do this before people arrive," he mused, motioning to the small colorful mote to follow him inside. The whisp, cowed now and following him dutifully like a lost dog, bobbed behind him with a curious crackle. He smiled at the whisp, earlier anger forgotten with the new ideas buzzing in his skull. "Let's go get the roast back to cooking, and we can see if we can get this mended." Thus followed a frantic few hours before the party began where the little pink whisp followed Stede around like a curious puppy. At one point even getting itself caught in the oven when it had taken a closer look at the broiling roast and accidentally been closed inside. Thankfully no harm was done, the whisp didn't seem to feel the heat and very quickly cooled from an angry red to a bright, light pink again as Stede fanned it apologetically.
The whisp followed Stede into the living room where the cccat made himself comfortable in his favorite chair, turned on a little lamp next to him for some better lighting and- after licking the tip of his new thread and threading the needle carefully- began to sew. The whisp watched curiously as Stede sewed, his needle working swiftly but carefully across the torn fabric of the jacket he wore. It got bored after a while, and began to float around the living room, checking out all the decorations that were hanging up and decorating the place. It twinkled in time with the lights that were hanging up, and then bobbed with a few apples in a punch bowl that was just waiting for the finishing touches of sherbet and fizzy soda. After a long time, there was a knock at the door and Stede carefully placed his work down and went to answer the door.
After that there was a flurry of activity. Cccats and Skire residents of all sizes and shapes entered the house, remarking in surprised delight at the decorations and delectable treats Stede had prepared for the Long Night party he was hosting. The whisp was greeted warmly by a myriad of happy faces and kind but sharp-toothed smiles. It grew a little shy, burning blue at the edges and hiding behind Stede after the attention became too much for it. Stede patted it gently, speaking to it in a quiet, soothing voice till it grew pink again and calm. He let it hang around his head, asking people to give it plenty of room because it was nervous around so many strangers.
Eventually the party wound down, and the whisp and Stede were the only ones left. Stede was once again sitting in his little chair and working diligently with the light. The whisp was sleepily bobbing in the leftover punch. Someone had spiked it when no one else was looking, and the alcohol made the whisp burn pleasantly with a white halo of fire.
"I think it's done!" Stede said finally, holding up the now mended sleeve. Picked out in different colors of pink, white and blue thread, a small whisp now sat at the crook of the elbow. The whisp sputtered happily and Stede smiled. "I thought it looked nice too. It'll remind me of you, till you come back around next year." The whisp flickered a question, and Stede nodded. "You're welcome here anytime, Whisp. I liked having you over. It made this night not so Long, I think."
