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(throws new art into the ghost trick tag as an apology for the chapter i just posted)
#ghost trick#spoilers#ghost trick spoilers#sissel is teaching kamila to hunt#he’s fulfilling his responsibilities as a cat in a household with a kid to raise!
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No prompt (Day 2)
AO3: AzureFishnets Fandom: FFVI/GT AU Summary: Cidgeon learns a brief lesson about his pigeon companion and her abilities. No official prompt used today. Word Count: 538
A Teaching Moment
Cidgeon looked up from his study of the journal they’d found in the ancient castle beneath Figaro in irritation. The book was fascinating, full of heretofore unsuspected 1000-year-old linkages between Thamasa and the Figaro region, and it was practically completely intact. It seemed to be made of some material that wasn’t paper, smooth and thick, and the words glowed just slightly. Cidgeon had been looking forward to delving deeper into it. Would be doing so right now, in fact, except that it had suddenly gotten excessively noisy out there in the central area. After a moment, he realized Lovey-Dove wasn’t with him either; sure enough, she was part of the racket out there, cooing loudly. He listened carefully. Those were her distress calls—what were they doing out there? Was she hurt?
He hurried for the door to see Kamila, her parents, and Cabanela breathlessly clustered around the central area, watching one of the half-grown kittens—was that Catanela?— stalk Lovey-Dove. She fluttered feebly on the ground, dragging her wing and cooing tiny, broken chirps that only emphasized how helpless she was. Cidgeon, a scowl on his face and his heart in his throat, began to hurry forward when he felt the gentle paw on his leg. He looked down to see Sissel, watching intently.
“Just wait, Professor…ah. There he goes.”
The kitten wriggled his entire body, starting tail first, and leapt for Lovey-Dove, who shot into the air without hesitation, cooing triumphantly, all signs of weakness completely gone. She darted down and tweaked the kitten’s tail with her beak, flapping away when he whirled and leaped at her again, and so their spiraling dance continued.
“Was this your idea?” Cidgeon hissed at Sissel, his whole being radiating outrage. How dare they do this without telling him, letting him make sure of Lovey-Dove’s safety—
“Gramps! It’s OK, so don’t be mad,” Kamila called out, holding out a hand for the pigeon to light on. “It was Lovey’s idea after all.”
“What?” Cidgeon stared at Lovey. “Why?”
“They were playing,” Sissel said simply. “And this teaches them to hunt too. Lovey-Dove had it completely under control—I found them like this when I came down from deck earlier.”
Lovey gave a smug croon when Cidgeon looked her way, and took off again, landing next to the kitten. It had evidently worn itself out; it was busily washing a paw and as Lovey came to rest, it curled up next to her. The pigeon settled down on top of the kitten’s curled flank; she was nearly as big as he was but neither seemed to mind.
Cidgeon stared. Evidently Lovey’s year away from him had taught her quite a few things about taking care of herself, and good for her. He shrugged and headed back to his book, but thought about it a little more before settling down. Sure, she was fine and could take care of herself but…just in case…
With a heavy, put-upon sigh that no one heard, he took his book and went out to the central area. Just in case.
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