Guileless Son, I'll shape your belief
And you'll always know that your father's a thief
And you'll always know that your father's a thief
A soft crunching of snow echoed through the woods, soon dissipating as the walker reached the grass covered grounds. Bundled up with clothing from her father, shielding her from the bone-chilling wind that circled through the air. Catalina's freckled face and blue-green eyes peered from beneath the cream colored fur that helped keep her warm. Yet, every time she breathed, a mist pursued from her lips - giving away that she was in fact, a living, breathing creature.
"I'm going to surprise him with the largest fish I can catch..." She spoke to herself quietly. She had an old cane pole slung over her shoulder. The trudge on foot would surely be worth it. Her father had been quietly resting at home after stoking their fires, tired from the drudgery of the tasks and chores at the camp.
Catalina seemed as though she was in an oddly cheery disposition, even in the brisk cold weather. Even though the weather was treacherous, it was easy to find the beauty in the day. All the way from the sunrising, the snow dissipating into greenery, to the babbling stream that cut it's way through the land.
"I'm going to surprise him with the largest fish I can catch..." She spoke to herself quietly. She had an old cane pole slung over her shoulder. The trudge on foot would surely be worth it. Her father had been quietly resting at home after stoking their fires, tired from the drudgery of the tasks and chores at the camp.
Catalina seemed as though she was in an oddly cheery disposition, even in the brisk cold weather. Even though the weather was treacherous, it was easy to find the beauty in the day. All the way from the sunrising, the snow dissipating into greenery, to the babbling stream that cut it's way through the land.
Catalina
And you won't understand the cause of your grief
But you'll always follow the voices beneath
But you'll always follow the voices beneath
