Drift fluffed his cream and brown feathers, making himself into a very cuddly looking puffball. Chel giggled, rubbing his feathers. They didn’t feel like feathers, but looked like them. He was soft all over, like down, but it was also thick like hair or fur.
“So,.. why are you named Drift? Something to do with snow?” Chel inquired curiously. The dice had been sitting on the back of the couch for most of the trip, just,… sitting there quietly. He was unbearably cute to look at,… even when he puffed up and chased Fly off the couch. The squirrel was so offended, he’d retreated and hadn’t come back out.
Drift had also growled and hissed at Chel when she sat down, until Lexx gave her a treat to offer him. He had warmed up quickly after that and been talkative. Idle chatter was fine while Chel wrote on her data plate. She had sent Kip off after only a few minutes to go do whatever he wanted, which consisted of following Dash around and annoying him. The tiger was still angry from the evening before and easily irritated.
“No,..” Drift chirred. “I can’t fly.” He sighed. “I can only go where the wind takes me.”
“Which makes him very useless.” Lexx stepped out of the kitchen area, having been busy doing some cleaning after making lunch. “A few more dice and he’ll be the first I have to keep in stasis.”
“He doesn’t take up much room, Lexx.” Chel felt immediately bad for Drift and the thought of him being stuck in dice form, unable to move.
“For now, no,…” Lexx shook his head. “But I have more dice to catch. For their health, it’s better that they not be crowded. Remember last night?”
“…” Chel nodded. “But that seems so cruel,…. Isn’t there another way?”
