Losing Track of Time [Ashy Sibs]
06-05-2017, 07:57 AM
Asharya loved the canyon's bottom. In the depths of the dry season it's creek was little more than a trickle, and even the smallest fish struggled to survive it. The larger had escaped downstream while they still had a chance, or been eaten already. What was left behind for her was hardly more than minnows, and much quicker than her clumsy puppy coordination could apparently handle. The young ember stood there on the shore, downy coat damp and speckled with clay. She flashed her teeth at the water, a laughable mockery of a snarl, and was at once distracted by her reflection. She looked cool, and scary just like Mama! She looked up to see where she and Ashiel had wandered off to. Or, more accurately, how far she had wandered from them. Her quick search turned up nothing, so she turned back to the fish yet again. It was cool and windy, weak sunlight dappling the pebbles below the water's surface. The silver-speckled fish seemed to dance in the beams, and before long she found herself laying on her stomach simply watching their display. Maybe she could ask Mama or one of her cousins to take her fishing for real fish later! She hoped Ashiel would want to come too, but she supposed for any of that to happen she really ought to find them first. |
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