Post by Kit on Dec 30, 2008 16:31:55 GMT -5
Winter fic up. Another sad story from me. Sort of establishes Perdita's relationship with Kit. This is initially non-cannon, and can be seen as a "what-if" had Kit stayed on the farm. The fic shares title with a track by 80ies singer/songwriter, Kate Bush. It's also a nice listen.
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Perdita peered out the window. Everything that could be seen was covered with snow, like a thick white blanket. Out in the snow, she would spot hundreds of her beloved pups and adoptive pups playing, laughing among each other. It warmed her heart. After all, what mother is not happy to see her children so content with life?
Perdita perked her ears. Among the sounds of her children playing, she could hear music from upstairs. From the attic. She knew that Roger was out, and besides him, who would use the music facilities upstairs?
Perdita stretched and walked for the stairs. As she got closer she would hear tapping noises from someone moving around in the little room. Odd, she thought. What could possibly be going on up there?
She was relieved to discover it was only one of the pups dancing. Dancing along with the music. Quick little steps, back and forth, small leaps and remarkable balance between the moves. The pup wore a black patch of fur over his left eye, and a golden ring dangled in his right ear. The lithe frame and slender shape, gave it a truly androgynous appearance, However Perdita knew better. This pup was a boy and his name was Kit. He came from the gypsy camps up north of Grutley, one of her adopted children.
Right now, the pup was so busy with the music he hadn’t noticed his adoptive mother entering the little attic. Carefully she tapped him on the shoulder hoping he wouldn’t be frightened.
Kit halted in his tracks and turned off the music. He turned around facing Perdita with an almost guilty look. Perdita was a little uncertain: “Everything okay up here, Kit?” - “.. Yes! I’m just dancing with John Coltrane here” Kit smiled and wagged his tail. Perdita looked and saw Roger’s old records lying scattered around the room. She smiled: “You sure have found a great attraction to Roger’s musical taste, Kit!” Kit nodded. Perdy continued: “Just make sure you tidy up here, before Roger has a fit, hm?” she winked friendly. Once more Kit nodded.
Perdita was just about to turn, when a thought hit her: “Hey, Kit! It’s a nice day. All the other pups are out playing in the snow. How come you are not with them?”
Kit looked up, a little hesitant: “No.. I’ll be here. Too cold outside.”
Perdita walked down the stairs with a worried look. She knew from experience that some of her non-biological children, had trouble adjusting to a new home with a new family. Some of them seemed to have developed extreme introvert characteristics. But she knew that despite being reclusive, Kit had a few friends. What about them?
Perdita went out in the snow and up to a small group of puppies who where building a snow dog:
“Hey boys, anyone of you seen Kit today?”
- “I think he is up in the attic listening to some music again…” one of the pups replied.
“Why isn’t he out with you?”
- “I don’t think he wants to. He doesn’t really care about Snow dogs, he would rather sit up inside the attic trying to find himself. Yesterday, he just sat and watched us build one”
“Did he seem happy?”
“Mom, what’s the matter?” “Kit is not sick is he?”
Perdita smiled. “No, Clayton. Kit’s fine, I’m just worried he gets a little lonely.”
Perdy walked back into the house. Her maternal side knew it was time to be put to work. Back up in the attic, she found Kit and a surprisingly tidy attic. “I don’t think the attic was this clean even to begin with. You sure put yourself to work, Kit” Perdita was impressed. “I kind of.. Had difficulties organizing the records” Kit said ashamed, with Perdita remembering Kit being analphabetic. “So I had to work out my own system.” Perdita looked at the shelf and was amazed to see all the albums sorted by colour, creating a flawless rainbow row.
“Kit… is everything all right?”
- “Yes, Perdita”
“You can call me “mom,” you know. If you don’t find it weird”
Kit hesitated. Or at least it looked that way.
“Do you miss your real mother?” Perdita tried.
“I never had one. Only had siblings, but they… they took care of me” Kit said and looked visibly down.
“And you miss them?”
“…yes”
Perdita could see tears forming in the eyes of her step-son. “I thought I was ready to leave and to travel. But I wasn’t. Now I need them more than ever. I want to see them again… Hat, Lid and Straw. We shouldn’t be separated. We should be one. We are one! And if we can’t be.. Then I don’t know what I can be.”
Perdy put a paw on his shoulder for comfort. It was her time to speak: “Listen Kit. There is a big world. You are just a little pup. And until you feel ready to go and see your siblings again, you will be my little pup. I love you, but I also know you the way a mother knows all her children. I know you feel your place is elsewhere, and until you know where, this place will hold you very dear. Never think otherwise.”
With that, it was is if something was lifted from Kit. He cried. Silent sobs. Perdita could only care for him the best she could. “Please, my son, feel better.”
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Perdita peered out the window. Everything that could be seen was covered with snow, like a thick white blanket. Out in the snow, she would spot hundreds of her beloved pups and adoptive pups playing, laughing among each other. It warmed her heart. After all, what mother is not happy to see her children so content with life?
Perdita perked her ears. Among the sounds of her children playing, she could hear music from upstairs. From the attic. She knew that Roger was out, and besides him, who would use the music facilities upstairs?
Perdita stretched and walked for the stairs. As she got closer she would hear tapping noises from someone moving around in the little room. Odd, she thought. What could possibly be going on up there?
She was relieved to discover it was only one of the pups dancing. Dancing along with the music. Quick little steps, back and forth, small leaps and remarkable balance between the moves. The pup wore a black patch of fur over his left eye, and a golden ring dangled in his right ear. The lithe frame and slender shape, gave it a truly androgynous appearance, However Perdita knew better. This pup was a boy and his name was Kit. He came from the gypsy camps up north of Grutley, one of her adopted children.
Right now, the pup was so busy with the music he hadn’t noticed his adoptive mother entering the little attic. Carefully she tapped him on the shoulder hoping he wouldn’t be frightened.
Kit halted in his tracks and turned off the music. He turned around facing Perdita with an almost guilty look. Perdita was a little uncertain: “Everything okay up here, Kit?” - “.. Yes! I’m just dancing with John Coltrane here” Kit smiled and wagged his tail. Perdita looked and saw Roger’s old records lying scattered around the room. She smiled: “You sure have found a great attraction to Roger’s musical taste, Kit!” Kit nodded. Perdy continued: “Just make sure you tidy up here, before Roger has a fit, hm?” she winked friendly. Once more Kit nodded.
Perdita was just about to turn, when a thought hit her: “Hey, Kit! It’s a nice day. All the other pups are out playing in the snow. How come you are not with them?”
Kit looked up, a little hesitant: “No.. I’ll be here. Too cold outside.”
Perdita walked down the stairs with a worried look. She knew from experience that some of her non-biological children, had trouble adjusting to a new home with a new family. Some of them seemed to have developed extreme introvert characteristics. But she knew that despite being reclusive, Kit had a few friends. What about them?
Perdita went out in the snow and up to a small group of puppies who where building a snow dog:
“Hey boys, anyone of you seen Kit today?”
- “I think he is up in the attic listening to some music again…” one of the pups replied.
“Why isn’t he out with you?”
- “I don’t think he wants to. He doesn’t really care about Snow dogs, he would rather sit up inside the attic trying to find himself. Yesterday, he just sat and watched us build one”
“Did he seem happy?”
“Mom, what’s the matter?” “Kit is not sick is he?”
Perdita smiled. “No, Clayton. Kit’s fine, I’m just worried he gets a little lonely.”
Perdy walked back into the house. Her maternal side knew it was time to be put to work. Back up in the attic, she found Kit and a surprisingly tidy attic. “I don’t think the attic was this clean even to begin with. You sure put yourself to work, Kit” Perdita was impressed. “I kind of.. Had difficulties organizing the records” Kit said ashamed, with Perdita remembering Kit being analphabetic. “So I had to work out my own system.” Perdita looked at the shelf and was amazed to see all the albums sorted by colour, creating a flawless rainbow row.
“Kit… is everything all right?”
- “Yes, Perdita”
“You can call me “mom,” you know. If you don’t find it weird”
Kit hesitated. Or at least it looked that way.
“Do you miss your real mother?” Perdita tried.
“I never had one. Only had siblings, but they… they took care of me” Kit said and looked visibly down.
“And you miss them?”
“…yes”
Perdita could see tears forming in the eyes of her step-son. “I thought I was ready to leave and to travel. But I wasn’t. Now I need them more than ever. I want to see them again… Hat, Lid and Straw. We shouldn’t be separated. We should be one. We are one! And if we can’t be.. Then I don’t know what I can be.”
Perdy put a paw on his shoulder for comfort. It was her time to speak: “Listen Kit. There is a big world. You are just a little pup. And until you feel ready to go and see your siblings again, you will be my little pup. I love you, but I also know you the way a mother knows all her children. I know you feel your place is elsewhere, and until you know where, this place will hold you very dear. Never think otherwise.”
With that, it was is if something was lifted from Kit. He cried. Silent sobs. Perdita could only care for him the best she could. “Please, my son, feel better.”
