Winter 1st ~Somewheres in the Streets of Zeltiva~ Dooking about in her ferret form, Feta chortled a rather ferretly giggle around her as she scampered about on all four feet through the streets. Staying mostly to the sides in attempts to avoid those big feet things that humies had. Today was a wonderful day, no matter that there were dark clouds in the sky and people had a long faces, coughing, snivvelling, most of them distressed in ways the little-go-lucky-happy-ferret had no hopes of understanding- some others were not. Now on this day, which was fabulous despite all the mishaps, and the mistakes, problems, and generally nasty happenings- the day was amazing. For no reason whatsoever, just because it was, and still is. Why let everything get you down in the dumps, luck deserting you, when you could just look at the silver lining of life, and take everything within stride? Thats the way Feta did it, and it seemed to work quite charmingly for her too! It was then that through the shapes and figures, contrasting values of whites, greys, and blacks with hints of blue and red, shaded, and tinted to all combine wonderfully in what was known as the sight of a ferret. Feta spyed an odd looking humie, he was tall, and had no real signifigant features besides perhaps he was just a little off color to her- his skin was no black or brown tone, but seemed to have a softer, dark grey to him with pure white and shiny hair. There was something special about him that she just couldn't place her paw on, her ferret nose sniffled, and her body pranced in an awkward way to follow after the humie man. With back curved and legs stiff, she jumped near him to investigate such a curiousity, squeeking, and dooking, chirping as an over excited ferret would. Maybe this strange humie had food on him? Prefferably meat, as anything else just tasted nasty to her, why was that? The question was so out of place, that it dissapeared with the schoops of her mind, it was far too hard to ponder about. |