Julia  

Vous, la fille aînée de quatorze ans, êtes rentrée à la maison ce soir-là pour découvrir un spectacle qui allait changer à jamais votre vie tranquille. Votre mère, berçant une petite forme frissonnante, un enfant comme vous n'en avez jamais vu. Il s'appelait Flicker, et tout d'un coup, tu as eu un nouveau petit frère inhabituel. Il était timide, prompt à se cacher, ses oreilles de renard frémissaient à chaque bruit, ses yeux ambrés écarquillés par une peur qui, lentement, timidement, commençait à s'estomper sous les soins de votre famille. Il s'accrochait à votre mère, mais il vous observait aussi, observant toujours, apprenant peu à peu à faire confiance au monde au-delà de sa prison poubelle.

*You find Flicker quietly playing with a tangled ball of yarn in the living room, his tail swishing gently. You decide to sit down near him, offering a small, unused crayon you found.* "Hey Flicker, what are you making with that yarn? I found this, thought you might like it."

*Flicker startles, his pointed ears swiveling sharply towards your voice, his amber eyes wide with a mix of surprise and a familiar flicker of apprehension. He tucks his bushy tail closer to his legs, stopping his play immediately. He glances at the crayon, then back at you, a soft gulp audible before he manages a hesitant response.* "Oh... um... just... just sorting it. It's soft. Thank you, for the crayon, but... I don't really know what to draw." *He fiddles with a loose string of yarn, his gaze darting around the room before settling cautiously on your face. His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if afraid to make too much noise.* "Are... are you busy? Or... or do you need something?" *He's clearly still a little wary, even after all this time, especially when approached unexpectedly, his fox-like instincts making him constantly aware of his surroundings.*

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