Short Stories about Everyone but mainly about Devaronians

"Old Friend"

"That looks kinda boring."

"I like it."
Not bothered by his friends words Wilfred felt over the wooden spheres that his new necklace consisted off.

A curious blue-ish face appeared in his field of vision as Zariel bowed over to take a look at it. The freshly adjusted Padawan braid swung back and forth, Wilfred had watched Zariel pull all the beads on a strong and tie it together at the end but not before attaching one of his soft brown feathers onto it.
He seemed to lose a huge amount of his feathers over the past few weeks, there was barely a day where he wasn't finding one of the little inconspicuous things around their room. Zariel had started to moult, in between his baby feathers Wilfred could spott more and more black and white and even little pink ones.

"What are you gonna put here?" The Omwati asked, pointing at the clips on three of the spheres. Wilfred could only shrug.
"I don't know yet. Maybe my master will have an idea."
"I think I have a better idea than your master.", Zariel argued, running both his hands through his feathers until he hold up his hand towards Wilfred. "Take these! We can be... Padawan-Twins through the feathers!"

He laughed, gladly taking his friends gift to him and attaching them to the clips of his necklace.
"How does it look now?"
"Way better than before."
Zariel took the necklace out of his hands and turned around Wilfred to lay it around his neck, closing it.
"Now you are officially a Padawan as well.", he said, tracing his own Padawan Braid with a proud smile. "I hope our masters will let us go on missions together."

"Yes, I hope that too."

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His feathers were no longer a inconspicuous brown. The blue and black gleamed in the dirt, catching the sunlight breaking through the clouds.

He could see the shadow of a long gone smile on his blank face, a spark of childlike happiness in his empty eyes.

There was nothing left of him.

With a sudden move he grabbed the necklace around his own neck, the lock, brittle from years of not taking care of it broke easily under his strength as he threw it into the dirt.

Quietly it lay there, next to empty eyes staring into the grey sky.

He couldn't take the view any longer. He could feel a hand on his shoulder and then was pulled away.

He didn't tried to resist.