Fluffybutt Prose Poem: Arya
#8 of Fluffybutt Prose Poems
Btw These aren't necessarily canon to these furs' backstories. I just went nuts with my artistic license.
Look, a blustery streak of steam in the sky; it is the flight of Arya, soaring from one cloud factory to the next. Like the dandelion seed discovered by Horton, each cloud leads to a distant civilization, just on the margins of human access. Arya blasts her jet at full-steam towards each cloud. The citizens within, more familiar with thunder and lightening-based beings, marvel at the visiting vixen. Her travels have cost her more than a few jets; rumor has it that her crash landings and parachuted evacuations thrill her more than the flights themselves. Less thrilled are her parents. Though wealthy, their funds are directed less towards replacing jets than supporting their salvaging company, however much Arya manages to retract from her crashed jets.