baby artists doing baby artist things
mumma cel!
04-11-2023, 07:29 PM
Tama had already taken quite the shine to mud puddles. He likes them. More than just the way it feels beneath his paws, more than just the act of playing in the mud itself. Tamago would coat his paws with it and wave them about, creating different paintings on the broad, flat rocks that populated the valley. He covers his paws in the mud, he paints with the mud. It's just the best time. "Mumma! Mumma, come paint with me!" Tama can see her at a distance. The child calls out happily, his gaze bright. He was happy, and he wanted her to come play too. Come play in the mud, and come sit where he could paint her too. Tama would paint them all, and they'd be gorgeous. He was certain of it. |