Gourd Times
Another weekly prompt entry for Pumpkin Spiced <3
Another week of festivities slowly came to a close as Consus, Boingo, Naos, and Vatos set up camp around a firepit. The wind seemed to howl in chorus as the sun set over the horizon, its last rays tickling the clouds to turn them varying shades of pink and orange. A few gourds sat nearby as they waited motionlessly to don their faces in spirit for Halloween.
“Do you two finally have everything you need?”
Consus stood idly by with a gallon of fresh apple cider in hand while Naos hooked a hanging pot over a rod by the fire. The browbird’s piercing blue eyes reached over their shoulders as they landed on Boingo and Vatos’ reapproaching forms. Vatos held a few carving tools and sheets of biodegradable board while Boingo had his arms full of various different foods, mangee included. Alongside them, Danny, Boingo’s ghost talonfish, scuttled along with a scooper in its mouth.
“Took them long enough. I’m starving.”
Naos looked up at Consus with a smirk while they wiped their hands free of ash and burn stains from the pot.
Carefully pulling his rainbow scarf closer around his neck, Consus walked over to Vatos, who handed him a short serrated knife and scoop.
“To be honest, I’ve never done anything like this before… why do we need to carve up these pumpkins again? Wouldn’t it be easier to bust them up, or to draw on the outside of them?”
Before Consus could speak, Danny squeaked to gather everyone’s attention and smacked one of the pumpkins with the scoop in its mouth. As if it had summoned him, Boingo scooped up the little creature in his arms and held out a metal tray.
“‘Cause we gotta get at the seeds inside to roast em! That, and we gotta have some fun with it, right?”
The satyr could only manage to shake his head with a small smile slowly forming on his lips.
“I was going to say that it’s a fun tradition, but yeah. Let’s just go with that.”
The three birds made way to sit around Consus as they began to carve and scoop out the seeds… and it was only a matter of time before pumpkin guts began flying back and forth.
END. 376 Words.