Tell me your own politik
As per the ordinary routine, the girl that was now blossoming into a regal woman, sauntered across the dew-soaked grass within the dawn light, pallid form contrasted against the blended pink hues of the sky. After all, it was her idea - waking up earlier; why, she could complete so much more with a couple extra hours to her day. The atmosphere above her was indeed a magnificent display of swirling shades of mauve and rose, dotted with wispy silver clouds. Imagine what the view would be from the bay, especially if she woke up even earlier to get a glimpse of the sunrise. She'd love to gaze up at the clouds for a while longer, but she had tasks to fulfil and trees to avoid ramming into with her head lifted skyward.
Stopping along the way by the falls to slake her thirst, the falls of which she had once summed up with her very first word as "pretty", she ventured out to the borders where she would commence an orderly patrol down the territory's edge. Really, she planned to see her father for many reasons, if he would still be around his den at the time of her arrival. There was so much she wanted to tell him, and plenty to ask about too. She always felt guilty for forgetting to catch up with him, and whilst the thought remained in her mind, she would visit before she ignorantly neglected the rather significant thought. The fact that she was seeing him more often was already a positive thing she wanted to blab to him about, not that her other matters weren't important. Perhaps she would encounter him before she even reached his area of residence. |
