Little more was apt to be said, as she would begin to saunter away, mismatched orbs held low to the ground. "I will!" She gave a shout as her grandfather spoke what sounded more like an order than a wish. Her mocha cloak molted into the mangrove swamp, as her stilts led her to an undesignated destination, her eyes glancing back once at the Author, a smile upon her maw. "I love you, Papa... Tell Grandma I said 'Hello'." And then she was gone, disappearing behind a wall of trees and undergrowth in the swamp, the only traces remaining her paw-prints in the wet mud.
