maul the world like a carnival bear set free {Des fam}

Mommy Vi was always so quiet, despite her hurting leg. Absinthe found herself wondering how she had hurt herself, but never remembered to ask mommy why she limped all the time. It didn't ever come to be that important in her young mind. Dancing on her little alabaster toes, she was all worked up and ready to fight the invisible monsters. Her mothers lyrical amusement caught her by surprise, and her head whipped around, mismatched gaze falling upon the lithe crimson form of her mommy. A wide grin split her dark lips, and her quarrel with the nonexistent dangers was forgotten. Short violet legs stuttering for a moment as she got herself together, bounding up to her mommy with the biggest grin a child could wear.

With Milli at her side, she all but crashed into mommy Vi. Giggling, she pawed at her mother's chest until she got herself propped up on her hind legs. It wasn't long before she had her entire face buried in Viridiana's chest, letting out quiet sounds of affection. She loved her mommy, and she wanted her mommy to be around forever. Her sister toppled over onto the sands, proclaiming for all the world to know that the great Viridiana would always defeat the evil monsters. Wait second! "I'mma help too! I'mma fight all th' monsters with mommy!" She all but shrieked, so the world would know she too was going to be the greatest monster fighter the world had ever seen! Even better than mommy! A fierce puppy growl would escape her minuscule jaws, one that would soon shake the very ground and strike fear into the hearts of beasts and wolves alike. No one would ever mess with her and her family!

With all that excitement over, she found her legs very tired. This was a big day, it seemed, and now she would very much like a rest. With a contented sigh, the lavender darling snuggled herself up against mommy Vi's side, the one not currently occupied by her sister. "Mommy, will you tell us a story?" She asked placidly, resting her cheek on her mommy's sanguine flank and gazing up at her with round eyes. "One about how you met mama?" She added slowly after, blinking a few times. Stories were nice, she liked stories, they never got old, and were always different. It was like an adventure, withotu the commitment. What could be better than that?