Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin
Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Chapter 47

I did not know what the festival meant, and even though we have some at the Higher Lands I did not live enough above to participate in one, only heard stories from dancing and good food, but I knew it must have felt like something like this too, very full of life, laughter and chatter, with many stalls selling good smelling food, masks, clothes, umbrellas, lanterns and balloons, all sorts of things, curious things, and some others with playful activities, from catching real fishes with paper spoons and earning the creature as a prize, to fishing wooden versions of it to earn toys and plushy on the other, plays to throw rings at a stick of wood, small darts that had to hit the red spot on the target, and even some that you have to grab an apple without using the hands from a water barrel as they float about, all silly and goofy, but the true prize is the smile on everyone’s faces and the enjoyment they shared, and even though we end up playing at some too, the little devil getting wet in the process more than once, goofing around and trying to get me a plushy even though I insisted in not wanting it, I end up with a white small tiger in my arms at the end of the day, however, even if in such an environment that should be able to lift anyone’s spirit, I still could not laugh nor smile.

For some wounds scar uglier than others... and some take even longer to stop bleeding, if stopping at all.

And yet as cast down as I may be it does not stop the little devil from trying to cheer me up, and try he does for he takes me to every stall there is, jumping back and forth full of energy, and even if I just stood there it does not demotivate him to keep trying as he keeps making a fool of himself here and there.

"Oh, look at that tiger plushy! It looks just like you! Minos the owl part... Oh, let’s get it let’s get it!" He says and drags me with him by his own account, almost making me lose my grip on the umbrella as I stumble forward trying to keep up with this overly enthusiastic little devil.

"..." I open my mouth to complain but before I can even say anything he is already talking to the stall owner and grabbing a pair of darts from the counter, and as I realize that this is one of those aim games where you have to hit the target up front my eyes go back to the boy beside me as, in a rare moment of serious concentration, he pulls the dart close to his head while taking aim, and once he throws the projectile, to my surprise, his three attempts come with the best result possible, hitting the bull’s eye right at the center, almost not fitting in in such a small circle.

"Hell yeah!" Victorious he pumps his fist in the air, soon pointing towards the tiger plushy and grabbing it from the owner, trotting happily to my side and, with a cheeky smile, tries to give it to me.

"Here, for you, it reminded me of your other form, very fluffy and white." I narrow my eyes at the little toy, not happy to receive a child’s plushy as present at all.

And also... "... I’m not a tiger, I’m a snow leopard." And an owl, but that part is very obvious so I don’t say it out loud.

He seems a little taken back by my response and the fact, after all the effort put into gaining the toy only to be the wrong type in the end, but it does not take long for him to recover from the shock and say: "I see, of course you are beauty, you are way cutter than a tiger after all, all squishy paws and fluffy tail!"

I feel a vein pop on my forehead at the dreadful word being used once more, and a natural reaction surges in response to such a word that prompts me forwards into reacting before I can even think my actions through.

And I say:

"...I’m not cute!" I grit my teeth at that.

But of course that after finally getting a reaction out of me the little devil enjoyed calling me cute beauty all night long after that...

And I could only endure his increasing mischievous once more, dreading that reacting any further would only worsen the situation, as it has already.

Sigh...