meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia has always been a frequent visitor of the Oasis, but now that she can both swim without concern and on water her enjoyment of the place has only grown. Her intent today was to go for a swim and enjoy the warming flowerbirth sun... but of course nothing can ever go simply, or exactly as planned.
She mentally hears the cry for help as she nears the pool, sitting up in sudden alarm, her small body tense with the natural wariness of any prey animal. Only for a moment- then she tenses up in another way, bounding forward toward the source of the not-sound, her own reply echoing out. Hold on! Are you alright-
Loren?!
She know she shouldn't laugh, but she just can't help it: he looks absurd on his back in the mud, flailing about like an upturned turtle. Chortling in a series of clicks and chuffs the little otter grins, keeping a safe distance from the danger of the mud pit and tilting her head to the side. Ah... need a hand there, maybe?
She mentally hears the cry for help as she nears the pool, sitting up in sudden alarm, her small body tense with the natural wariness of any prey animal. Only for a moment- then she tenses up in another way, bounding forward toward the source of the not-sound, her own reply echoing out. Hold on! Are you alright-
Loren?!
She know she shouldn't laugh, but she just can't help it: he looks absurd on his back in the mud, flailing about like an upturned turtle. Chortling in a series of clicks and chuffs the little otter grins, keeping a safe distance from the danger of the mud pit and tilting her head to the side. Ah... need a hand there, maybe?
i will wait for you all day and night
