Daughter of the Sea
02-20-2019, 05:36 PM
This was the most comfortable time for the girl, the soft dying light of the evening sun easy on her sensitive eyes and her flesh feeling cooled. In this moment, lounging half out of the den, the girl seemed a peaceful child. Her lids slid closed and her face turned to bathe in the drowning light. In this moment her energy and her penchant for gnawing on any unguarded toes or tails seemed distant; a simple figment of who she was. Her brother and sister were out with their mother, Recluse chosing to remain in the den, even if it meant she could feel the careful gaze of the tawny woman on her; which was enough to enflame a slight irritation in the child. The woman wasn't worthy of looking on her. But the poor girl had run herself out of energy earlier, and so simply simmered in her growing annoyance; trying to ignore it all together as she felt the last warmth of the day on her pelt. speech think action |