One more step toward imminent success- that's what Amalia thinks as she holds up the coral, foolish child that she is. Smiling at Sunjata, she tucks the coral into her bracer, tucking it away for them to bring home.
Rolling back onto her back, the otter turns her eyes to the horizon. The sun is beginning to truly crest the sea, golden radiance and pink reflections of clouds upon the water. Humming a note of gentle contentment, the girl allows herself to drift. There will be time to return to the turmoil of the world, but that time isn't today. For now she wants to enjoy the ocean, and her first true foray into it, and this illusion of calm before the storm, of a world that holds peace.
[fin]
Rolling back onto her back, the otter turns her eyes to the horizon. The sun is beginning to truly crest the sea, golden radiance and pink reflections of clouds upon the water. Humming a note of gentle contentment, the girl allows herself to drift. There will be time to return to the turmoil of the world, but that time isn't today. For now she wants to enjoy the ocean, and her first true foray into it, and this illusion of calm before the storm, of a world that holds peace.
[fin]
