OPEN True Blue | Catching Fireflies

[Grateful Mae]

All it took was one time for Mae to hear that there were fireflies somewhere in this joint and she had decided to make it her life's mission to stay up until they appeared so she could catch one. She had made a terrible error in coming to this frosty place. There was a stark lack of insects. Insects and arachnids were Mae's only friends these days and she was missing them. Mae had yet to see a moth of any kind and trust, she had looked. It felt empty without the moths. Sure, the man who had raised her was off doing who knows what who knows where, but that didn't matter. Mae could handle it.
So what if she had gotten lost on a walk and no one had bothered to look very hard for her? She wasn't upset. Not in the slightest.
The juvenile fox's tail swished back and forth in the snow, her wings buzzing angrily as she stared at the clearing she had been hiding in the bushes around. The blinks of light flashed around the edges when her wings buzzed, the fireflies zooming in all directions away from the noise.
No part of her was irrationally angry about the fact that she was stuck in this stupid snow hut unless she decided to go out and look for him. Wasn't she supposed to be the baby in this equation? She had surely spent enough of her life being yelled at for doing and learning and reading all the things she wanted because she was too young and just a baby. 6 months old wasn't a baby. Mae wasn't a baby. She could go where ever it is that she wanted to go and everyone else could suck it up. Her real parents weren't here to tell her any different, so who was Mister Project to tell her anything anyway? Screw that guy, he hadn't even looked for her good enough.
Focusing again on the fireflies, Mae squinted her foggy eyes. The light emitting from them kind of... really hurt. Narrowing her eyes to slits, Mae lunged and swatted an unsuspecting insect out of the sky, kidnapping it from its little insect family, under her paw. Mae lifted her paw enough to find the insect underneath and bent to analyze it in the low light of the moon going in and out of the cloud cover. "You're my new best friend." Mae announced to the insect, presumably much to its dismay.

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