YOU'VE GOT TIME

It was hot and the two-seasons-old pup was splayed out across one of the surfacing rocks in the middle of a very shallow portion of the river. Her chin very lightly touched the water and the liquid swarmed about her submerged paws. Odd-colored eyes were lightly shut as the gal relaxed, enjoying the feel of the water washing over her pads. Her fur was still damp from a recent dip and she was taking the time to dry the rest of her body under the unrelenting sun.



The young girl's stomach barely seemed to rise and fall in a manner that was very misleading for those on either banks. From a distance, it seemed nearly like she was completely unconscious. Despite how it appeared, though, the little lady was idly thinking about various aspects of Ludicael and her life. How Oberon's markings were already coming in, for example--his pitch-black fur was covered with white all on his stomach and up on his face. It'd led to her fondly and aptly naming him 'Twinkletoes' due to the alabaster that touched the ends of his paws. She mulled piteously over how hot it must be to have such a dark pelt, but didn't linger on it long.



She became aware of a splash upstream, but didn't pay much mind to it, passing it off as what was probably a fish. It was here that she began to doze off, right there on the slightly-rounded rock in the middle of the river, and slipped into a shallow daydream...