Mini View

Posted on Mon Mar 16th, 2020 @ 11:57pm by Commodore Jane Saulitis

Mission: Cruel Meridian
Location: New family quarters
Timeline: MD 04 06:00 Hours
771 words - 1.5 OF Standard Post Measure

Min opened her eyes and glanced curiously around her. She felt wrong, but didn't know exactly why. She spread her wings to stretch and unfolded her legs as well, letting them touch the floor for a moment to make sure she had balance before putting her entire weight on them. She walked out of her bedroom and out into the living room to see if anyone else was up yet.

Early as always, Patrick was already moving pots and pans in their little kitchen, furiously scribbling away on a pad, occasionally looking up at the items sat in front of him. "Oh hi Min," he greeted brightly on one of the occasions he looked up, "you're up early."

"Yes, I often wake up early. What are you doing?" She asked curiously. Wasn't this what he'd been doing yesterday morning? She felt a bit confused and decided to sit down while she watched him.

"I'm preparing today's meals in the mess," Patrick explained, turning his writing pad around so she could see. "Also preparing breakfast. I'm a chef Min, I have to make sure I have everything for today's meals, before I can even begin to make them. But first I need to decide what I want to make. I have to make lots of portions o it can't be too difficult to make. People do like easy meals."

"Okay," she said. Something was nagging at her though that he was going through the precise movements as before, but maybe that was just what he did every morning. "Pappa Murphy not up yet?" She asked curiously as she glanced toward their bedroom. "I wanted to run by him where I was thinking of going today."

"No he's sleeping in today." Patrick put his pen down and gave her his full attention. "What's bugging you sweetie, anything I can do to help?"

Min shrugged. "I dunno, I woke up a bit confused I guess. Maybe I'm just hungry?" Her feathers fluffed up and then settled down again. "Could I please have a glass of juice?"

"Hmmm," Patrick mused as he poured her a glass of fresh orange juice. "Did you have a weird dream?" he asked as he slid the glass towards her across the counter, watching her feathers ruffle. "Careful sweetie, you might get them all tangled again."

"I don't think so," Min replied, trying to remember. She giggled. "They don't tangle," She practiced deflating and letting them all smooth down so they looked shiny when she turned. "Do you think . . . . . well . . . . do you like their color?"

Reaching, Patrick carefully caressed her feathers. "I love them," he answered honestly, "they're gorgeous." He smiled at her. "I don't have a whole heck of experience with avians, but I think you'll turn out to be a very gorgeous avian when you grow up."

She tried not to show it but it made her puff out a bit. If Patrick thought her color was pretty well then it must be. Why would Papa Murphy's mate lie to her? She happily took the juice and sipped it through a straw. Juice was her favorite, she could drink it all day long. "Oooo, I should finish my sketch of you. Be right back." She hurried off to grab it.

Frowning, Patrick looked after her, then continued to scribble away at his own pad "Have you ever tried to cook?" he asked as he watched her return from the corner of his eye. "Does your mother ever let you try?"

"A little bit. She lets me chop the fruit in the morning." Min answered, curious why he had asked. "Do you want some help? I can do things. I'm a fast learner too." She set her sketchboard down on the table. "Should I put this away? I'll put it away and help you." Min hurried back to her room to place her sketchbook in it's place. As she turned to leave she saw something flashy catch her eye. She stopped dead to look at it and it quickly formed into an image of herself. It wasn't like a hologram, Min knew it was really her. She opened her mouth and screamed.

Dropping his pen and abandoning his work, Patrick sprinted to Min's room. "Min!" He called out, rushing to her side, "are you alright? What's wrong dearie, why are you screaming? Did you hurt yourself?"

"I was there, she was me." Min's mouth seemed to have a hard time closing. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she fainted dead away.

"Murph!" Patrick yelled out as he caught her. "Murph!"

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Min
Mini Ambassador

Patrick O'Malley
Chef