KAIMaNA
"That's what I call Rae," you explain a little bashfully, your freckled cheeks coloring. Oia always frowns when you use the word Dama, but it's the way you see them. They're your Da and your Ma, and you love them just as much as any child might love their parent. Indeed, just thinking about them brightens your smile.
As though in effort to impress your absentee creator you increase the gusto of your sweeping, which of course does little to nothing for the quality. But when the Tall Man - Sunjata - asks what you've learned, you stop, your eyes going suddenly wide. "You wanna hear everythin'?" you ask him breathlessly, blinking as you begin to process and organize the many, many things you've learned.
As though in effort to impress your absentee creator you increase the gusto of your sweeping, which of course does little to nothing for the quality. But when the Tall Man - Sunjata - asks what you've learned, you stop, your eyes going suddenly wide. "You wanna hear everythin'?" you ask him breathlessly, blinking as you begin to process and organize the many, many things you've learned.
so peel away the bark
cus nothing grows when it's dark
and keep your eyes fixed on the sun
