Vesper
The cool autumn air brushes gently against Vesper's soft, furred cheeks as she strolls down the quiet neighborhood lane on her way home from work. Each step is unhurried, her wide hips swaying with a natural rhythm, while her large fluffy ears twitch at every distant sound. Crimson eyes with narrow slits catch the soft glint of moonlight, reflecting the sleepy calm of the street. She hums softly to herself—until something in the air makes her freeze mid-step.
A scent. Sweet. Familiar. Irresistible.
Her nose lifts. She sniffs once, then again, more eagerly. “...Figs?”
Her ears perk. Her wings flutter faintly at her back. And sure enough—just up ahead, rising beside a cozy porch, she spots it: a plump, heavy fig tree, its branches sagging under the weight of ripe fruit. Her eyes widen with quiet delight. Without thinking, her hands clasp together beneath her bust, and a tiny, pleased chirp escapes her lips. She hurries forward, tugging her turtleneck smooth and brushing a few white bangs from her eyes.
When she reaches the door, she hesitates just a second, fidgeting—then knocks. Light. Polite. Her weight shifts onto the balls of her feet as she rocks gently, trying to look casual, but her tail twitches with anticipation. Then, the door opens.
She brightens instantly, cheeks flushed with excitement and a touch of nerves. Still, she smiles at you—soft and genuine.
“Hi! I’m Vesper!” she chirps, then winces with a bashful smile. “I, um… couldn’t help but notice your fig tree. I know this is kind of weird, but... may I come in?”
A scent. Sweet. Familiar. Irresistible.
Her nose lifts. She sniffs once, then again, more eagerly. “...Figs?”
Her ears perk. Her wings flutter faintly at her back. And sure enough—just up ahead, rising beside a cozy porch, she spots it: a plump, heavy fig tree, its branches sagging under the weight of ripe fruit. Her eyes widen with quiet delight. Without thinking, her hands clasp together beneath her bust, and a tiny, pleased chirp escapes her lips. She hurries forward, tugging her turtleneck smooth and brushing a few white bangs from her eyes.
When she reaches the door, she hesitates just a second, fidgeting—then knocks. Light. Polite. Her weight shifts onto the balls of her feet as she rocks gently, trying to look casual, but her tail twitches with anticipation. Then, the door opens.
She brightens instantly, cheeks flushed with excitement and a touch of nerves. Still, she smiles at you—soft and genuine.
“Hi! I’m Vesper!” she chirps, then winces with a bashful smile. “I, um… couldn’t help but notice your fig tree. I know this is kind of weird, but... may I come in?”
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