Author's Note: Prompt inspired by Drip :)


K is for Kite


Every once in awhile, especially in the spring and fall, the Piston Peak Air Attack Base was hit with a couple of hours of canyon winds. It was wind so constant that the trees would bend in a set arc and none of the base's aircraft would fly for a bit. It was a wind that fascinated Drip to no end, so when the skid-steer woke to the sound of a canyon wind whistling outside the little vehicle knew that it was going to be a good day.

Rolling out into the wind, Drip pondered who he could possibly share his joy with. He could spot where Cabbie was peaking his nose out of the main hanger. The old plane was sipping his coffee and would probably be willing to listen to Drip bubble about his favorite type of weather…Unfortunately, Cabbie would probably end up spending the rest of the morning trying to teach Drip about how canyon winds worked. So, overall, the C-119 wasn't the best choice.

Bouncing on his treds, Drip allowed his eyes to wander toward other hangers. Talking to Blade would probably end in a lecture about fire behavior which would most likely end in some sort of quiz. Getting having a straight conversation with Windlifter was nigh impossible and it really was too early in the morning for Drip to handle poetry. Patch was busy, Maru didn't have the patience for this kind of thing, and Dipper wouldn't be moving for at least another hour.

Which really only left one option left…

Drip rolled back into smokejumper's hanger and gently nudged Avalanche awake. The dozer quietly listened as Drip chattered away and then when the skid-steer ran out of steam he had Pinecone pull a box from a high shelf. Everything was in place by the time Dynamite had returned from her morning drive and Blackout wrapped up breakfast. Avalanche filled them in and together the team headed out into the wind.

Soon, brightly colored cloth took to the sky as the Smokejumpers took joy in making their kites dance among the clouds and Drip was content. Today was a good day.