What's wrong with Flashfire? Part 2

You grab a bowl, a spoon, a carton of Earth cow milk and a box of cereal, and head out to the living room to eat while you watch television.

Blackfire and Flashfire sit on the couch, your sister's back to your wife as she braids the super long locks of hair.

*Klink klink klink* The cereal rattles against the ceramic surface of the bowl as you pour it out of the box.

Blackfire takes one giant lock of hair and overlaps it with another, then overlaps that one with a third lock, then uses the first to overlap the third, creating a tri-braid.

"Tail number one is done," Blackfire says as she finishes braiding one long rope of hair. "One more, and your hair should be managed."

Flashfire pulls the lengthy, braided tail over her shoulder, and the end of it swings and hits the footrest where you had placed the bowl. The foot rest is knocked away about half a foot.

"I'm going to eat in the dining room," you say as you pick up your bowl of cereal.


Five minutes later, Blackfire finishes braiding Flashfire's other tail, and the two girls join you in the dining room.

Flashfire carries her long pigtails on her shoulders and in her arms, letting them swing just off the ground as she walks. She sits down in the chair across from you, and her tails coil on the floor like snakes.

The girls eat oatmeal as you put away the cereal box and bowl.

"Saffire," Blackfire asks, "could you do the laundry for me?"

"I thought you did it last night," you say.

"Not all of it," she says. "I still need to do my gloves and leggings."

"Alright, I'll wash them."

You head to the laundry room and grab the basket by the door. It is full of used Tamaranian boots/socks, half of them dark purple and half of them the traditional purple, belonging to Blackfire and Flashfire respectively.

You sit at the "scrub tub", and pull out a pair of leggings. You dunk them into the soapy water, and scrub them against the metal scrubbing board.

It takes you half an hour or more to scrub and clean the entire basket of leggings, then you take them outside.

You hang them all up on the clothesline you set up in the "backyard" for them to sun-dry.

*WHOOOSH* Something fast flies over head, and is flying lower by the second!