Spring was in the air...and so was pollen.
The greenery of the Artisan world was at its apex, a welcome change of scenery from the arid deserts the Peace Keepers called home - and with the benefit of placid temperatures perfect for spending the whole day celebrating.
James had been one of many Peace Keepers glad to feel something other than sand between his toes (while his caretakers were glad that he hadn’t gotten into another fight with Henri). At the moment, he was just enjoying himself doing some sightseeing...until his lips began to stretch out.
A sneeze was on its way.
There were nearby tables decorated with flowers and they most certainly did not help.
James contorted his face into a number of strange shapes, squinting his eyes and opening his mouth at the very corners, achieving levels of scrunginess no cat could ever dream of reaching. One thought rang through his head, a reminder thrown at him more than enough times to hammer it in: stay away from the tablecloth.
He turned at the last second, sneezing out a blast of flame onto the nearby grass and setting a patch alight.
Good thing there were plenty of adults around; that meant it’d only be a matter of seconds until someone noticed and hurried over to extinguish the fire long before it had any hope of going out of control.