Then You Sit Upon Your Throne And Roll Your Diamond Dice

The little girl had no idea how much trouble she was going to be in when her mommy or daddy found out she left the den. She had snuck out while Mama was giving Ric a bath and then took off like a mini rocket towards the borders… and unfortunately not the borders that they shared with Fiori. Not the border where she’d be safe. The child perked her ears, her mane falling before her right eye as she padded along. It would continue to grow as she aged… and undeniably marked her as one of Ganta’s children. Her blue eyes, shining bright, as well as the brown coloration she had, could just as easily be suggested from Arietta, her grandmother…

As she reached the edge of Dragoste territory the little girl paused, feeling the ground start to get squishy. The tide was out, luckily… and the sun was starting to dry the land back out. Philomena pressed her paw down harder into the mud, giving a delighted squeal before pouncing over the border into the plain. The squishy ground was fun! “Take that! And that! Grreeewww!” Her little growl was… hardly terrifying. In fact anyone watching the child would had likely smiled or chuckled at the sight. She was innocent… she was untainted… and she was vulnerable.