a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
Lena’s movements were much more easygoing too; small spurts of movement or a leisurely sway to her tail, content to bask in the warmth and glows, rather than the opposing forces of darkness and looming presences they’d left behind. Isn’t it lovely? she uttered with a gasp, swimming closer to admire it. Make sure not to touch it though. I’m not sure how much down here is poisonous. But she made an dolphin like assessment of it just the same, committing the bright hues and illustrious displays to memory. I can’t wait to jot all these down.
Raising her head, she spotted a hole somewhat nearby, open in the rock and crag. Is that a tunnel?
Raising her head, she spotted a hole somewhat nearby, open in the rock and crag. Is that a tunnel?
Lena
