the universe is in your bones, the stars in your soul
"Woah!" She has to scramble to grip the makeshift pole tighter now, "Where'd you come from?" Goes {probably} unanswered. A rat on the docks is warrant for far less surprise but... a weasel? Don't those live... somewhere else?
It appears to want to help, Kamaria thinks, as she watches it stretch like a slinkie down toward the item in the water. With eyes wider than before, she carefully directs the stick as well as she can without falling into the water herself.
A self-assured grin takes shape on her lips as those little tiny weasel-hands successfully find the white, out-of-place object in the water.
With about as much grace as five year olds are known to have, Kamaria begins to pull her little helper back to the safety of dry land. "Urgh- hold on!" She grunts with the effort. There's a lot of swinging on the weasel's end but, eventually, she yanks them back onto the docks and moves forward to investigate.
"Thanks, little guy!" She praises, not realizing this is an Attuned - let alone a girl. She offers the weasel a smile and reaches out to give it a light pat on the head.
It appears to want to help, Kamaria thinks, as she watches it stretch like a slinkie down toward the item in the water. With eyes wider than before, she carefully directs the stick as well as she can without falling into the water herself.
A self-assured grin takes shape on her lips as those little tiny weasel-hands successfully find the white, out-of-place object in the water.
With about as much grace as five year olds are known to have, Kamaria begins to pull her little helper back to the safety of dry land. "Urgh- hold on!" She grunts with the effort. There's a lot of swinging on the weasel's end but, eventually, she yanks them back onto the docks and moves forward to investigate.
"Thanks, little guy!" She praises, not realizing this is an Attuned - let alone a girl. She offers the weasel a smile and reaches out to give it a light pat on the head.
it's never really the end
Kamaria
