Two Mice, One Cookie Jar
Tangled knots and crisscrossed paths the squirming mass that was the evidence of life. He didn’t like looking at it, it almost always gave him a headache and confounded him, even if it did get results. He looked and saw many colors, the colors that reflected the people they trailed, from vibrant hues to dreary tints that reflected not only life but stories. He liked the bright ones, they were usually people that were pleasant to be around though that was hardly always the case, more that the owners of such ribbons were vibrant, people who had a zest for life. The darker lines were methodical, easier to follow and more earnest in direction. But even more than that there were so many subtleties he hadn’t yet grasped. Looking past the two women, Hwyn frowned as he lost focus, the younger woman’s plight frustrated him he liked her, and having to hear even in passing about her husband displeased him, pain was something he understood and hated to see inflicted. Frowning again he shook his head, he had noticed before he’d lost focus that there more than two ribbons in the kitchen.
There were in fact five in total, however of the three interlopers one shown so bright that it dwarfed the importance of the other two for the moment. Singling out the vibrant red from the blue and purple Hwyn squinted at it tracking it’s disjointed movement with some difficulty. But after a moment he was able to piece it together as it danced upon the invisible currents and eddies that Hwyn could not fathom.
It was going towards the playground and the dining hall, where he already was. The question was, was it coming or going? He was not yet wise enough to always get it right particularly when the lines were as fresh and vibrant as this one felt. He was sure that if it was however in the same room as him he could with some effort search it out. Gazing around the room he searched for anyone sharing that same crimson hue or at least a sign as to where it had gone. The ribbons of people and of fate were fickle and hard to follow, but his interest had been peaked so he wasn’t ready to give up on the possibility that something interesting was going on.
Ruffling the hair of the child who had tipped him off he smiled genuinely, informing them that if he could figure out whoever was making cookies fly around that the next flying cookie he found was going directly to them.