little man is now sea's property

Raka was used to the cold, but that didn't mean she liked it. She'd been exploring the wall when the snowfall began, and she huddled against a small outcropping, trying to get warm as she watched the snow fall around her. Little flecks of white that danced and drifted in the wind.


It was times like these that it was hard to keep the homesickness at bay. When she'd had a den to return to each night, and her father and siblings ro curl up with. Her father had chosen to leave them, and she needed to grow up. This life was what she made it now. She'd kept hold of a sunny outlook until now. But shivering in the cold, she couldn't help but sniff a few times. Missing what she had known.