just a taste of nostalgia

The young child bristled. He didn’t even have the decency to try and fight her again! While the suggestion of something shiny in the water was tempting, what would be even cooler would be if she managed to catch him, and take him back to Sparrow, and then she could be a big sin too! Tiny pink and black spotted nostrils flared at the big green man’s back as her honey-hued eyes cast about for some sort of restraint. She gathered up a few decent lengths of thin green vines and charged down towards the beach only to spot the big flailing about in the water. What was he doing? Not only that, but with a measure of the depth of the water so close to the shore, suddenly swimming back to the mainland on her own seemed even more daunting…

She dropped the lengths of vines in the sand, and allowed her ears to flick back momentarily, as she considered that perhaps it was worth calling a truce for now. “Oi! Wa’cher dooin?” she hollered from the shoreline, bringing her rump to rest on the radiating warmth of the beach. As if on cue, her stomach gave a surprisingly loud grumble.