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"Grandma."
"Yes, Tobi?"
"Those moths that were here..."
"No, Tobi," said Kuruma. "I told you to pretend they were never here."
"Everybody else aren't pretending they weren't here," objected Tobi.
"That purple-winged tattle-mouth," muttered Kuruma, low enough for her grandson not to hear.
"I heard they are the parents of the moth in the drawing," said Tobi. "People keep asking me about it, but I don't know anything."
"People are curious by nature," said Kuruma, with one hand caressing the picture on the small table next to her. "We long to know things whether we have any business knowing or not."
"I long to know more too," admitted Tobi.
"Please fetch me the old ember-basket from the shed, Tobi," instructed Kuruma, and the boy obediently sped off.
Kuruma took the picture into her hands, closed her blind eyes, and let the colours of the sight fill her. Hanging on to the picture was too risky, it would have been even if the big-mouthed butterfly had kept the secrets she had promised to.
"Put it on the table, please," instructed Kuruma, having heard her grandson return.
"Allright, grandma."
"Now I need a lit stick."
"What do you need it for?" asked Tobi, even as she could hear him light a stick at her ember.
"We have to burn the picture," said Kuruma, trying to hide the regret she felt.
"Why?" Tobi was approaching with the lit stick.
"It is my only connection, Tobi. If I don't have it, then I can't tell anyone which way they flee."
"Who?"
"The moth and her lover."
"They are in danger?" asked Tobi. His voice spoke of wide eyes and curiosity.
Kuruma smiled slightly, as long as she had her imagination she could live on without colours.
"Help me burn this," she instructed, and held out her hands, the picture in them.
Shortly after, all that remained of the picture was ashes in the bottom the old ember-basket. Kuruma held her hand over it to be sure it was no longer too hot, then stuck her fingertips into the ashes and stirred it around. It gave her no visions.
"That was that then," she said and sighed. She'd miss her visions of the young couple.
"You send for her parents to help them, didn't you?"
"I sent for the moth's parents so they could help," admitted Kuruma. "The moth and the spider are in grave danger, Tobi."
"But you fixed it, right, grandma?"
"I did the best I could."
"So, they'll be saved now, right?" persisted Tobi.
"When more than one seer intervenes with the same flow of events then things get complicated," said Kuruma and retrieved her hand from the ember-basket.
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"Life is great," said Kokata, rolled onto his back, and spread out all his legs till he was splattered onto the branch like an autumn leaf to a pond.
"Someone is feeling lazy," teased his Lei, barely sparing him a glance. She was hard at work making bows for beetles. She had this notion that her friends ought to own good bows whether they could hit a giant mushroom at a body-length's distance or not.
"It's as warm as day; the moon is shining; I just fed, and I have a beautiful woman," listed Kokata. "I'm not feeling lazy, I'm feeling happy."
"Me too," admitted his Lei, taking her eyes of her work long enough to throw him a smile.
"Let's get pregnant," said Kokata, rolled around, and jumped to his feet.
"Let's get pregnant later," countered Lei. "I'm busy."
"Good bargain," agreed Kokata, slumped down, rolled to his back, and assumed his previous position. For now, he was actually quite glad to just lay still and savour his happiness. "Life is great."
"Life is great," agreed his woman.
Things couldn't get much better than that.
His woman was still beautiful when she was upside down. Kokata liked watching her when she worked, doing it while on his back was as good as doing it any other way. Kokata hadn't loved her any less when she had been huge-lipped and ugly, and sincerely hoped he wouldn't be facing that kind of fuss again when she should eventually grow old and wrinkly.
"Will you still love me when I'm old and wrinkly?" he asked.
"Of course," said his woman, smiling at her bow.
"Will you still let me love you when you are an ugly old crone?" he persisted.
"Of course."
"Will you still let me see you if you grow big warts all over your face?"