mother knows best

It was almost strange to see his mother out of the den. She had spent much of their childhood cooped up in it. He was almost ready to believe she was allergic to the sun - the sun was weird after all, right? It was a strange thing that hadn’t even existed the first time he had come out of the den. And then suddenly it was there, bright and intimidating.

but his mother had grown a lovely, colourful coat, and stepped outside again. So maybe she wasn’t allergic to the sun? As Basilisk went looking for a snack, just something little to take off the pang of hunger in his belly, he found his mother. The koi woman was walking down the beach, with her eyes on the ocean. He fell into a light jog, racing towards her. “Mumma, mumma!” he called, slowing and skidding as he reached her, before lightly bowling into her paws. That was one way to stop. “Hi mumma, what are you doing, do you have any food?” he asked, bright eyes looking up at her hopefully.

Wc: 187
Total: 529


"Basilisk Fatalis"