~+Thorns And Asters+~

_-Chapter 4: When Rain Comes-_

"I can't believe you did that."

Thorn and Aster were sitting on the lakeside, most of their clothes hung over a large branch to dry. "Yeah, well, I didn't know the whole damn lake was there." Aster bristled, but Thorn just giggled and drew in the sand with a stick. Aster wasn't scary, he wouldn't hurt a fly. And he definitely wouldn't hurt the person who saved him from drowning in the lake. Thorn looked up at the glistening stars, flecks of glowing ash from their fire floating among the specks of light. Aster winced slightly as he spread his wings out to their full extent. He had lost the binders on his wings when he fell in the lake, but his wings seemed more healed, so he wouldn't need them anymore. His wingspan was about the size of him, so it was easy for Aster's wings to stretch fully around Thorn and the fire. Obviously he didn't do that, but it was a possibility.

"My god, it is freezing." Thorn shivered. "Why don't we just go back to your village?" Aster asked. He was staring into the fire, his eyes half closed, his wings folded neatly up behind him. His grey skin seemed to glow in the light of the flame, and his soft hair ruffled slightly in the breeze. Thorn noticed he had white eyelashes, and his red eyes looked like pools of wine and amber. He wasn't too muscular, but he was wily, and you could tell he knew how to fight. Thorn shook her head, pulling herself out of her daydream. She blushed slightly, and looked away. I can't have fallen in love with another species, it's impossible. Thoughts swirled around Thorn's head, not noticing the fact that Aster had shuffled closer and spread his wings. Thorn jolted as she felt the soft feathers of Aster's wings curl around her body and move her closer to him and the fire. "What are you doing?" Aster shrugged and answered bluntly, "You said you were cold."

Thorn blinked drowsily, the world slowly swimming into focus. She was a little confused on where she was for a moment, then remembered the night before. Thorn turned over and jumped as she saw Aster, still asleep. She slowly moved away and stood up as not to wake the sleeping avian, and reached into her bag. Taking out a hairbrush, Thorn brushed her hair and watched the waves lap slowly on the sand, leaving behind little shells and rocks. She thought about how soft aster's wings were, and how his eyes glowed like rhinestones in the moonlight. Thorn had definitely fallen for him, and she hated that. Hopefully he liked her back.

Little did they know, as they woke up, packed up, and left, they they were being watched. Watched by someone in the waters. An axolotl, one with a deep hatred for all piglins and avians. When they left, she stepped out of the water and searched around the camp, smiling all the way. The axolotl reached into her waterproof pocket and pulled out a picture of a young axolotl. The picture had two names on it; Vivian and Violet. She stroked the 'Violet' name with one finger. Tears streamed down her face as she smiled wider, starting to laugh and sob at the same time. She let out a scream and whipped out her knife from her pocket. She stabbed and cut whatever she could find, laughing and crying insanely. She was going to kill those two, and they would regret what their kind did.

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