Thread:Cupidcollars/@comment-33240664-20190606095923/@comment-33240664-20190606100305

Narrator: A long, long time ago, there lived a leopard called Fang. She was as strong as the other leopards, as swift as the other leopards, and as smart like the other leopards. She loved to play with her friends and eat lots of ice cream and be whoever she wanted. Her life was good and she knew it.

She had a dream too. She wished to become a painter, to amaze the world with all the colors of the rainbow.

But there was ONE reason she couldn’t.

She was blind.

And that stopped her from achieving her dream. Fang resented it. She wanted to be able to see colors. She wanted to be able to draw. But she couldn’t

Fang grew up to hate her blindness.

One day, the Fang was returning from school with her friend, Felix.

Fang: Ugh, the school has been extra harsh today.

Felix: I know, right? It’s like the homework hates us, haha.

Fang: Mhm, mhm. At least we’re free… for now. Now I can finally get that ice cream I was dreaming off the whole afternoon.

Felix: Ice cream yesssss! Though first I have to leave my backpack at home. It weights a ton and I don’t want to carry it around. You stay here, at the Mira Statue, okay? I’ll be back soon!

Fang: Yeah sure. Be quick.

Narrator: Fang waited for some time. She had already started picking her claws when—

A shadowed figure appears behind Fang, making her gaps and whirl around.

Fang: Huh?! Who is it?

The old musician, revealing herself: Ah, do not be afraid, my child. It is only me, an old and wise musician.

Leopard: Huh? A musician? God, you scared me!

Owl: I’m very sorry, my dear child. How can I make up to you?

Leopard: Oh, there is no need! But… Hmm… You said you were a musician? I did not hear good music in a long time. But perhaps you can play something for me?

Owl: Ah, it will be my pleasure! Please, sit down and I’ll take out my instruments.

Narrator: The old musician played a beautiful melody, so lovely it left Fang in a trance.

Fang: Oh wow! That was an amazing performance! Where did you learn to play like that?

Narrator: I taught myself. When I was young, I had a deep passion for music and now that dream had turned into reality.

Fang: Sigh… I wish it was as easy for me. I always wanted to become a painter, but I cannot, for I am blind.

Narrator: Is that so? Dear child, I think you can be anyone you want, including a painter.

Fang: B-but how? I’m blind! I can’t even see colors, let alone see what I’m drawing!

Narrator: Perhaps you will figure that out soon. As for me, I have to go. I am late to an important meeting. Perhaps we’ll meet again in future!

Fang: N-no! Don’t go! What do you mean, I will figure that out—

Fang: Oh no! I can’t smell her anymore. She left?

Felix finally runs into the scene, puffing.

Felix: Wheeze! Oh god, ow, I’m finally here. Whoa, Fang, what happened? You look like a ghost.

Fang: Uhhh, just startled by you. What took you so long, anyway?

Flashback to Felix trying to find his bow, having a loud conversation with his mom (MOOOOMM WHERE’S MAH BOW)

Felix: … No reason. Aaaaanyways, you said you wanted to grab some ice cream? Let’s go!

Fang: Alrighty.

Scene 2:

(It is nighttime, but Fang can’t sleep. She stomps around her bed for a bit before turning on a lamp and sitting down on the bed)

Fang: (to herself) Sigh. I guess I can’t sleep. … Who was that lady, anyway? She disappeared almost without a trace. It’s like she evaporated or something.

Fang: Maybe she’s a witch. That would explain stuff.

Fang: I kinda wish she’d tell me more about the whole ‘I can achieve my goal’ part. I wonder if anyone in Jamaa knows her.

Fang: … Wait a minute…

Fang: How did I not think of that before? Of course! The most myth obsessed person I know! I need to get to him, NOW.

(the screen fades and lightens up again. the setting is Felix’s home. someone is loudly knocking on the door.)

Felix: (waking up) Hrrmmphh? (yawns) Wha— huh? Who’s knocking on my door? Ughh, what time is it? (goes up the tunnel to meet the intruder.)

Felix: Alright, you can stop now, I’m here, I’m here, what did y— Fang?

Fang: Hey Felix! Good morning to ya! Nice pajamas, haha.

Felix: Thank you very much, but what are you doing here? It’s 2 AM. Normal Jammers sleep at this time.

Fang: Couldn’t sleep, doesn’t matter. Are you going to invite me in maybe?

Felix: Oh, right, yeah sure, c’mon in.

(they move to the kitchen)

Fang: Wow dude, you never told me you liked clovers THAT much. I can smell them EVERYWHERE. I’d like to know where do you even get them.

Felix: You know what I’d like to know? I’d really like to know what are you doing here at, like, the middle of the night maybe?

Fang: Oh, right. Uh… Hey, Felix? Do you um, know anything about any old bird musicians that play pretty music and then evaporate?