((Sorry for the waitanyhow, this chapter isn't the best. Blah. I own everything in this chapter except for SlipLock (friend of mine's character), but BJ owns the series. Yah. Have fun))
Resentment boiled in Thistle as she slammed the cottage door shut. It wasn't fair! She was sent to bed, when no one else except her little cousin was! Defiance streaked through her, and she grinned. Thistle wasn't going to go to bed!
Moonlight poured in through the open windows, a single candle illuminated the darkness. The mousemaid grabbed it, and began to light the wall sconces.
"No sense in staying up unless it's light!"
"I wikes fire," Dappledew giggled, sitting herself down on a beflowered couch. "Tan I pway wiv it?"
Thistle was smart enough not to let a Woodwind child play with fire, or any other child for that matter.
"No, because little demons live in it. When you get near, they jump on you and devour your flesh," she lied, grinning behind Dappledew's back. It's not like fire doesn't actually devour your flesh, she thought.
But Dappledew wasn't satisfied. She cocked her head, and her hazel eyes twinkled. "Bu'...bu'...I wikes it! Fiwe is me freend!"
Thistle growled, "Su--" She was cut off before she could finish by an earsplitting "BOO!"
She whirled around, absentmindedly setting the candle down within reach of the mousebabe.
"SLIPLOCK!" she cried, blissfully shocked. "You...tracked...me and Granmma...didn't you?"
"Guilty!" the ottermaid in the window grinned. Thistle practically flew over to it to give her best friend a hug.
"Geez, you're huge! Now, lets try to get you through that window!"
Delicate light tan paws grabbed hold of sturdy dark ones, and pulled SlipLock through. The tall maid knocked her head on the small frame, she was almost too big to fit through! "You could've used the door, you know," the otter gasped, rubbing her head.
"I'm smart, not sensible," retorted the mousemaid.
"Fine, fine...GREAT SEASONS!"
Thistle frowned. "What?"
"It was a accydent, I didn' mean f' it t' do dat," whimpered Dappledew. Panic gripped Thistle, and she spun around immediately.
The house was on fire.
