Kamaria
I would rather stay here
Where the moon, it glows
Where the moon, it glows
Kamaria dreams of stars that float like leaves over rugged mountain peaks, which transform into her father's shoulders as she blinks her dreary eyes open. He's still here, she discovers, and she immediately sits up from where she was sleeping.
His voice is a deep and rich kind of music to her ears. She nods vigorously, wiping sleep from her eyes. Ready, for anything and everything. What he's referring to exactly doesn't worry her, having complete trust in whatever it is he has in store.
She pounces out of bed as if she were never tired at all. "It's morning!" A declaration, proud and thrilled and ready.
She follows him out of the tent with a conscious effort not to move ahead of him in spite of her eager interest to see the beach again. Once they're out of the tent, she intends to pause and soak it all up. The sky is so much lighter than before, with the stars gone and the colors paled by morning fog.
Distracted from the scenery, she holds her arms up to hug into him as he lifts her into his arms. She examines his face in the light, looking over the lines drawn by each minute movement of his expression. "Hi, Daddy," she says warmly. Small fingers reach out to touch his stubble in an impulsive attempt to get his attention. Kamaria finds it to be very pokey, though. She giggles at the strange, ticklish sensation and pulls her hand back quickly.
She feels the deep breath he takes against her and wonders at it, at the sheer amount of strength in his lungs, already meeting his gaze when he looks down at her. She listens attentively, completely fascinated by him. As well, the prospect of meeting someone new summons a bright smile. "They want to meet me!?" She's charmed already.
His voice is a deep and rich kind of music to her ears. She nods vigorously, wiping sleep from her eyes. Ready, for anything and everything. What he's referring to exactly doesn't worry her, having complete trust in whatever it is he has in store.
She pounces out of bed as if she were never tired at all. "It's morning!" A declaration, proud and thrilled and ready.
She follows him out of the tent with a conscious effort not to move ahead of him in spite of her eager interest to see the beach again. Once they're out of the tent, she intends to pause and soak it all up. The sky is so much lighter than before, with the stars gone and the colors paled by morning fog.
Distracted from the scenery, she holds her arms up to hug into him as he lifts her into his arms. She examines his face in the light, looking over the lines drawn by each minute movement of his expression. "Hi, Daddy," she says warmly. Small fingers reach out to touch his stubble in an impulsive attempt to get his attention. Kamaria finds it to be very pokey, though. She giggles at the strange, ticklish sensation and pulls her hand back quickly.
She feels the deep breath he takes against her and wonders at it, at the sheer amount of strength in his lungs, already meeting his gaze when he looks down at her. She listens attentively, completely fascinated by him. As well, the prospect of meeting someone new summons a bright smile. "They want to meet me!?" She's charmed already.
Soaring doves and falling crows
Laughter is the only sound here
Laughter is the only sound here
