love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
Kamaria continues to work at her own castle, though she cannot help the small looks of awe as she checks in on Melita's every now and again. It only gives her determination to make hers the best she's ever done! Her simple base eventually becomes a single-story castle with pillars that come up to make it look very fancy, she thinks. There are even windows and doors carved into the sand, though they're clumsily done. The shells are used mainly for decoration and the seaglass becomes a colorful path leading down to a moat she begins working on.
She's startled by Melita's harshness, however, never having been spoken to so brazenly before. Even if it isn't about her, it still feels as wounding. It's her father, after all, and for that she feels a strange sense of shame. Her gaze ducks down and her brows scrunch, lips pressing together in a more rigid pout.
Melita then points out that she doesn't know her, and to Kamaria this is an easier fix. Though a solution regarding Melita and Sunjata's argument still brews in the back of her mind. "Well.. my name is Kamaria, and you know my daddy... My mommy is Safrin, and I miss her a lot..." she tilts her head and looks down at her sandcastle.
"My favorite color is purple but I like a lot of other colors, too!" She perks up at this, smiling encouragingly at Melita while her head is still tilted like an owl's. Eventually, as she speaks, she'll right herself and rest her sandy hands in the lap of her dress. "I love the beach! Collecting all the different seashells is really fun. I have way big ones all. over. my room. Strawberries are my favorite fruit, but I like all food. Did you know? When I'm seventeen I'll get a whole bunch of tattoooos! Daddy said so. Oh! And if I was a bug, I'd be a butterfly." She thinks that about sums her up.
In conclusion, she directs the spotlight onto Melita, "There, now it's your turn. What would you be, if you were a bug?"
She's startled by Melita's harshness, however, never having been spoken to so brazenly before. Even if it isn't about her, it still feels as wounding. It's her father, after all, and for that she feels a strange sense of shame. Her gaze ducks down and her brows scrunch, lips pressing together in a more rigid pout.
Melita then points out that she doesn't know her, and to Kamaria this is an easier fix. Though a solution regarding Melita and Sunjata's argument still brews in the back of her mind. "Well.. my name is Kamaria, and you know my daddy... My mommy is Safrin, and I miss her a lot..." she tilts her head and looks down at her sandcastle.
"My favorite color is purple but I like a lot of other colors, too!" She perks up at this, smiling encouragingly at Melita while her head is still tilted like an owl's. Eventually, as she speaks, she'll right herself and rest her sandy hands in the lap of her dress. "I love the beach! Collecting all the different seashells is really fun. I have way big ones all. over. my room. Strawberries are my favorite fruit, but I like all food. Did you know? When I'm seventeen I'll get a whole bunch of tattoooos! Daddy said so. Oh! And if I was a bug, I'd be a butterfly." She thinks that about sums her up.
In conclusion, she directs the spotlight onto Melita, "There, now it's your turn. What would you be, if you were a bug?"
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
