The Stars Bless the Curious
Oct 13, 2017 18:13:39 GMT -5
Post by Hush Hush on Oct 13, 2017 18:13:39 GMT -5
Postmarked: 10/5/17
Hush Hush couldn't help but think that most Winterwhiskers wished for greatness of some sort. Their curious natures, their passion for creation, their broad minds – those were not the traits that could be muddied or deluded into desiring "normalcy." Normal would never be good enough, but greatness? It came in so many forms.
Like the form of a young, brilliant mouse seeking to revolutionize… well, everything, through her inventions.
… And the form of another mouse who wished for the thrill of walking where no one else would dare, to find and take the things no one else could.
There was an opportunity for greatness in every wee mouse. Or at the very least, a dream and an optimism that had yet to be crushed betwixt the paws of a feline.
Today was a dreary day. The wind howled, the rain came about in a mist, and by high noon the sun was masked by large, looming stormclouds. The weather outside of the clan home only reaffirmed the glory of their Winterwhisker’s bedding place as other critters outside of the wheelshed became damp and waterlogged.
Of course, life was rarely perfect. A few leaks in the roof were exposed and various engineers and architects scuttled around in a panic. They busied themselves and those around them to patch and fix what had been patched and fixed every rain for generations... but every ‘crisis’ (even one this small) begets opportunities. Sneaking out of their duties to slink into Danny’s shop, Hush Hush arrived just before the – supposedly – imminent downpour.
Danny
Hush Hush couldn't help but think that most Winterwhiskers wished for greatness of some sort. Their curious natures, their passion for creation, their broad minds – those were not the traits that could be muddied or deluded into desiring "normalcy." Normal would never be good enough, but greatness? It came in so many forms.
Like the form of a young, brilliant mouse seeking to revolutionize… well, everything, through her inventions.
… And the form of another mouse who wished for the thrill of walking where no one else would dare, to find and take the things no one else could.
There was an opportunity for greatness in every wee mouse. Or at the very least, a dream and an optimism that had yet to be crushed betwixt the paws of a feline.
Today was a dreary day. The wind howled, the rain came about in a mist, and by high noon the sun was masked by large, looming stormclouds. The weather outside of the clan home only reaffirmed the glory of their Winterwhisker’s bedding place as other critters outside of the wheelshed became damp and waterlogged.
Of course, life was rarely perfect. A few leaks in the roof were exposed and various engineers and architects scuttled around in a panic. They busied themselves and those around them to patch and fix what had been patched and fixed every rain for generations... but every ‘crisis’ (even one this small) begets opportunities. Sneaking out of their duties to slink into Danny’s shop, Hush Hush arrived just before the – supposedly – imminent downpour.
Danny