love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
Perhaps Melita thought herself clever, but Kamaria did too. Clever enough to sneak after this mysterious presence that snuck through their home. Her hair is a blazing orange that catches the eye, and a pumpkin trails at her feet, brought to life by some sort of magic. So it's no surprise that the interested, curious child trails after their thunderous wake, trying to keep up, failing sometimes, but soon to resume.
She felt no hesitation at the fringes of this mysterious pathway into the ocean, felt no pang of danger or fear. Only a stubborn sense of curiosity, and with that she approaches. Her father had told her of someone in their family who matches this woman's description, and Kamaria is confident in getting to know her. Even if she would rather not be known, apparently.
The jubilant child dashes after the duo on her tip-toes, bare feet curling across the wet sand as her own dress catches the ocean's spray.
Playfully, she reaches after the pumpkin's wispy vines where he rolls along, trying to catch them with excited giggles. "Wait! Come back!" She coos.
Her wayward steps come to a halt only as she reaches Melita's more direct vicinity. She straightens up from her chase and her blue-green eyes seek the older woman's golden hues. "Hi! Can I play with you?" She smiles hopefully, hands pressing together behind her back as she glances down towards the castle between them.
She felt no hesitation at the fringes of this mysterious pathway into the ocean, felt no pang of danger or fear. Only a stubborn sense of curiosity, and with that she approaches. Her father had told her of someone in their family who matches this woman's description, and Kamaria is confident in getting to know her. Even if she would rather not be known, apparently.
The jubilant child dashes after the duo on her tip-toes, bare feet curling across the wet sand as her own dress catches the ocean's spray.
Playfully, she reaches after the pumpkin's wispy vines where he rolls along, trying to catch them with excited giggles. "Wait! Come back!" She coos.
Her wayward steps come to a halt only as she reaches Melita's more direct vicinity. She straightens up from her chase and her blue-green eyes seek the older woman's golden hues. "Hi! Can I play with you?" She smiles hopefully, hands pressing together behind her back as she glances down towards the castle between them.
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
