Comary walked through the still of the night, their feet making no sound in the fresh white snow. The bitter wind of the evening had ceased and the sky had cleared, though Comary paid no heed to the stars sparkling in the ink-dark sky.
They did not pause in their duty; they would not-
There was a sound, faint, and Comary paused.
The snow crunched beneath their feet and the wind ruffled their wings as they sought the source.
And as they tucked the striped kitten into their heavy white robes, Comary looked to the endless sky and smiled.
@kalloway Oh this is so, so pretty!
