CMii

Xe/Xem Pronouns, Exhausted Nature Homeowner


"Rocks, rocks, ROCKS. Why do they always choose to nest in a freaking mountain of a den!" Claystorm's dramatics could be heard from the next flight over.


CMii's tongue tsked at xer mate's dramatics. With the Rockbreaker's gift, xey nudged xer partner to the side and gathered each chunk of rock into a neat pile.

"Work takes longer when you talk." Xey grumbled through the long and stiff blinks, eyes weary from working from the wee hours of dawn. "I like it more when we talk at home."

"I know, I just...ooo. I need to let it out!" Claystorm's feathers rippled as the anger passed through him, seemingly dispersing into the ground. Everything about the job hurt, and they were still an hour away from the nearest lunch break. "We need a drill. A big one, how 'bout it?"

A drill? CMii pondered, not a bad idea. But what about the maintanence? What if one of them got hurt using it? They got by fine enough using their elemental gifts and the claws their parents gave them, even if it was tiring work. "You say that, but I'll be the one walking it every day." Xe quipped, not wanting to agree to a big decision right now.

"Oh shut the front door." Claystorm collapsed onto the ground, eager for an early break.

Maybe someday, when they were ready to make it big and expand their homeowning company.