Shinkei-Shinto

Fuure could hold a calf under the arms without much effort, its little legs swinging in the air somewhere around her waist. It didn’t even seem to be that upset about the whole process, contentedly muching on a larger flower that it had thefted from her hair. She supposed that was in fact a detriment to this way of transporting a nikyak calf, for her anyways. Not too many other woolyne wore flowers in their wool, in the way that a baby nikyak could reach up and steal them for a snack, and had the strength to carry one around, too. The chicern attached to her wool was less pleased with this arrangement, clinging desperately to her should

Fuure passed the night restlessly, not only eager for tomorrow and baking and less interference from the calves - who would not be awake so early, and there might just be someone coming by to take them away to the farm, back where they belonged - but also now sharing the already too-small bed with two more not-chicken companions. The chicern from her earlier kitchen adventures, it seemed, was a common passerby and had no problems waltzing into the shop, the bakery, the store front or the kitchen, and now had even managed to find its way up into the room that Fuure had been given. And it always looked smug. She glared at it, sleeping perched o