fingerpainting on the go

Her reflection peered back at her intently in the silver pool. Blue flecks sparkled and spun on the still surface of the water, shimmering invitingly. Siobhan had just reached out a paw to cup some and try to capture the glow on her toes when Spirit stammered his apology. "Ah!" she said, teetering forward towards the puddle. Sio scrambled back and tried to unstop her heart. She felt lightheaded briefly and thought she might enter a spell of cataplexy, but her muscles held true and she remained seated upright. "Th-that's alright!" she replied, equally as stammering. Siobhan laughed and shook her head. He wasn't an intimidating figure - after all, he'd apologized first - so there was no need to be on edge. "I just... isn't it enchanting? I've never seen something quite so blue," she said admiringly, gesturing towards the pool. Colors were catalogued in her head like a second language and she'd never seen anything like this one before.