Kamaria
I would rather stay here
Where the moon, it glows
Where the moon, it glows
Sunjata takes a sudden pause, half-stumbling on his own feet, and Kamaria's grip tightens around his shoulder. "'okay, Daddy?" She asks quietly, smile faltering with concern.
Kamaria's big eyes tear away from Sunjata's and peer around curiously as they step through the doorway more fully. Her attention is pulled straight towards a tall figure standing in the hallway. He has long, dark hair and an eye that's not there, which is very interesting and peculiar. A dark line runs across the middle of his face and she dwells on it momentarily, touching her own nose and wondering if she's missing these scars that her father and this man have.
She cracks a grin as he does, which only grows when he says 'you' in that playful way and seems to think very carefully about what her name is. "I am!" She giggles, and Sunjata's gentle whisper in her ear brightens her gaze. "And youuuuuu are.. Nnnnate!" She points to him and smiles playfully. It's a simple name, rolls off the tongue with a bit of a bite.
But it's difficult to make friends when you're wrapped in your father's arms, and something tells her this is an important friend to make. So she shifts in Sunjata's arms, wanting down, and asks, "Can I go say hi?"
Kamaria's big eyes tear away from Sunjata's and peer around curiously as they step through the doorway more fully. Her attention is pulled straight towards a tall figure standing in the hallway. He has long, dark hair and an eye that's not there, which is very interesting and peculiar. A dark line runs across the middle of his face and she dwells on it momentarily, touching her own nose and wondering if she's missing these scars that her father and this man have.
She cracks a grin as he does, which only grows when he says 'you' in that playful way and seems to think very carefully about what her name is. "I am!" She giggles, and Sunjata's gentle whisper in her ear brightens her gaze. "And youuuuuu are.. Nnnnate!" She points to him and smiles playfully. It's a simple name, rolls off the tongue with a bit of a bite.
But it's difficult to make friends when you're wrapped in your father's arms, and something tells her this is an important friend to make. So she shifts in Sunjata's arms, wanting down, and asks, "Can I go say hi?"
Soaring doves and falling crows
Laughter is the only sound here
Laughter is the only sound here
