oh where, oh where

Toddling about the halls of the ship had finally grown stale - the same smells, the same sounds, the same old rooms had finally become a chore to explore. The girl's curiosity had finally blossomed and she was no longer sated by the ship and it's lonely echos - sometimes not even Zola could be found in her room and the disappointed Armai would hurriedly scamper off to find her father for a cuddle and a nap only to discover he would be missing as well. It was very much time to find out just what was so interesting outside!

Her first few steps were hesitant and unsure; she knew the floors of the outdoors were encompassed in that snow and its feel was less than pleasant for the girl. She pressed her little paws into the cold of the icy ground, shivering with displeasure, before sneaking forward - everything smelled the same.

After only a few steps the girl found herself stepping into a small patch of weeds, she was startled by the sudden obstacle and, angry with herself for coming outside, she curled up in a little silver ball on the snow - shivering and whining for someone to come and carry her back inside.