Monsters under your bed

The foreign lands she’d entered continued to stun her, showing her environments never before seen to her sunlit gaze. The area she’d entered seemed to be like a marsh, but under the cover of darkness it was much more beautiful. Every area seemed to light up in a brilliant glow, illuminating her way as she leapt over the salt water channels and side stepped the large mangrove trees. It was like a game of hot lava, except the lava was the water and the safety was the land almost just beyond her short legs’ reach. The woman came to a particularly wide embankment, her eyes narrowing at the challenge it presented. She took a few steps back, wriggled her green and cream toned tuckus, then took a running leap.

But she fell a little short. And by little, it was a lot.

Her paws sank into the water, leaving her chest deep and sputtering. Her mink, Bijou, squeaked in protest as she’d been on her shoulders and was now also quite wet from the splashes. Théa rolled her eyes and grinned, shaking and causing the little creature to roll from her shoulders. Then, she splashed at Minou, her lynx, who jumped back with a hiss. “All is fair, mon cher,” she uttered in french, her gaze twinkling in amusement as she went to pull herself from the tide.