A flash. A deep boom. A pair of bright pink eyes shot open. Blankets flew off, cast off to the floor. The gentle sound of paws hitting the floor, followed by the clop of hooves, hurried, almost skittering, her bedroom door flung open, bashing against the frame haphazardly.
She quickly reached the other door, knocking on it with vigour.
“Rolan!” Another knock. “Rolan wake up!” She yelled.
There was from behind the door, drowned out by another loud crash. Then a small thump, and finally the door opened slowly, revealing a disgruntled figure.
“What is it kiddo?” The genekit in front of her rubbed his eyes.
“It’s stormy!”
“Yes, I can see that.”
“Please come and watch it with me?”
Rolan looked puzzled for a moment but upon seeing the excitement in Arabella’s eyes, he rolled his eyes affectionately and nodded.
“Alright…”
The two walked to the end of the hallway, sitting on the plush red cushion of the windowsill and staring out of the arched window just in time to see another vivid purple lightning bolt strike the ground outside. A small pair of white paws pressed against the window as the young genekit peered out, a quiet gasp leaving her mouth. The other kit watched her curiously for a few minutes, seeing her expression light up at every bolt that hit the ground. His brow furrowed as he leant into the window, glancing out of it, before opening his mouth and beginning to speak.
“Arabella… Why did you wake me up for this?” His tone wasn’t judgemental or harsh, simply curious.
A pause.
“A garden always looks more vibrant after a rainstorm, yes?” She started, her voice quiet.
He thought of the bright patch of sunflowers in the garden, the vegetables in the raised beds and the peach tree down the bottom of the garden. The place had certainly brightened up since he had taken the girl in. He nodded.
“Well if you look at it after a thunderstorm, it’s even more vivid. The grass is lush, the greenery more verdant, the stems sturdier. The energy in the lightning breaks the nitrogen in the air down into nitrates that the plant can easily absorb from the rainwater. To a gardener, a thunderstorm is the best kind of weather.”
Rolen hadn’t heard this before, but his thumb was not remotely green.
“I’ll take your word for it.” He said.
“Whenever there was lightning, no matter what time or what was going on, my parents and I would stop what we were doing and watch it together. They told me it would make our plants the most beautiful they could be.”
Rolan wrapped a paw around the young girl, as her voice fell to silence.
“I bet the garden will look perfect tomorrow.”
So there they sat, side by side, watching the sky illuminate with the crackles of the storm.
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Featuring my genekit Rolan: https://genekitsarpg.com/character/GK-0017
A flash. A deep boom. A pair of bright pink eyes shot open. Blankets flew off, cast off to the floor. The gentle sound of paws hitting the floor, followed by the clop of hooves, hurried, almost skittering, her bedroom door flung open, bashing against the frame haphazardly.
She quickly reached the other door, knocking on it with vigour.
“Rolan!” Another knock. “Rolan wake up!” She yelled.
There was from behind the door, drowned out by another loud crash. Then a small thump, and finally the door opened slowly, revealing a disgruntled figure.
“What is it kiddo?” The genekit in front of her rubbed his eyes.
“It’s stormy!”
“Yes, I can see that.”
“Please come and watch it with me?”
Rolan looked puzzled for a moment but upon seeing the excitement in Arabella’s eyes, he rolled his eyes affectionately and nodded.
“Alright…”
The two walked to the end of the hallway, sitting on the plush red cushion of the windowsill and staring out of the arched window just in time to see another vivid purple lightning bolt strike the ground outside. A small pair of white paws pressed against the window as the young genekit peered out, a quiet gasp leaving her mouth. The other kit watched her curiously for a few minutes, seeing her expression light up at every bolt that hit the ground. His brow furrowed as he leant into the window, glancing out of it, before opening his mouth and beginning to speak.
“Arabella… Why did you wake me up for this?” His tone wasn’t judgemental or harsh, simply curious.
A pause.
“A garden always looks more vibrant after a rainstorm, yes?” She started, her voice quiet.
He thought of the bright patch of sunflowers in the garden, the vegetables in the raised beds and the peach tree down the bottom of the garden. The place had certainly brightened up since he had taken the girl in. He nodded.
“Well if you look at it after a thunderstorm, it’s even more vivid. The grass is lush, the greenery more verdant, the stems sturdier. The energy in the lightning breaks the nitrogen in the air down into nitrates that the plant can easily absorb from the rainwater. To a gardener, a thunderstorm is the best kind of weather.”
Rolen hadn’t heard this before, but his thumb was not remotely green.
“I’ll take your word for it.” He said.
“Whenever there was lightning, no matter what time or what was going on, my parents and I would stop what we were doing and watch it together. They told me it would make our plants the most beautiful they could be.”
Rolan wrapped a paw around the young girl, as her voice fell to silence.
“I bet the garden will look perfect tomorrow.”
So there they sat, side by side, watching the sky illuminate with the crackles of the storm.
(480 words)
2025-02-20 22:08:06 (Edited 2025-02-23 18:32:26)
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2025-02-23 18:32:42
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