Written for livejournal user wyld_dandelyon’s random number prompt.
The day had begun the same way Electra’s days always began. Once she was out of bed and sitting at the table with her breakfast she went through the list of jobs she had to do. Most people came to her because she could repair creatures created with living clay, but there were a couple of orders for new creatures. Brendan had sent her another auction brochure, wanting to know her opinion on some of the creatures that were being sold, and Menolly was working on a new board that needed testing. As they were Electra’s siblings, and they were in business together, she knew she would make time for them, even though it took her away from the things she loved doing.
With her hair up in its usual bun, Electra wandered down the stairs to her studio, a cup of coffee in her hand and her mind focused on the horse she needed to fix. She glanced out of the window, smiling when she saw the rain, before going to change the sign. Normally Brendan dealt with the customers, because neither Electra or Menolly appreciated having to serve someone when they were in the middle of something, so Electra much preferred it to rain when he was busy visiting auctions. That way she had fewer people to deal with.
It wasn’t until she walked past the window a second time that she noticed the… rabbit. Electra stared at it, wondering who would have put a broken rabbit outside her window. Then it tapped on the window with its paw and she realised that it was a live creature. With her free hand she opened the window, unable to drag her eyes off the creature.
“Are you Electra?” it asked.
All she could do was nod.
“That’s good. I’ve been looking for you for a while now and I’m glad I’ve finally found you.”
Licking her lips, Electra tried to work out what she wanted to say. “Why have you been looking for me?” she asked finally.
The rabbit looked at her. “There are creatures who aren’t as lucky as those who end up here.” It glanced over at the horse, which made a sound that made it seem as though it agreed with the rabbit, before looking back at her. “Some are brought to you for repair, if people know who you are or the man who works with you buys them from auction, but there are many who end up being thrown out. It doesn’t matter that we are sentient once the clay that made us in fired. When we are broken people don’t want us any longer.”
“You want me to fix you.”
“I’m not so bothered about me.” It lifted a paw and stroked its damaged ear. “I can deal with having a broken ear and living out there isn’t so bad, but I have friends who are damaged much worse than me. I look after them as best I can, but…” It sighed. “There’s only so much I can do.”
Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.