She’s standing like a perched bird on top of Big Rock. Big Rock wasn’t all alone- but it wasn’t the same Big Rock that the girl had grown to know as a child. This was a different Big Rock. The ground was grassy and there were trees, bushes and all sorts of shrubberies speckled across it. Standing straight and tall, her pink nose and pale face turned out towards the direction of Big Blue and the Little Whites that speckle across the sky, bobbing and weaving with the winds just playing with their bodies. Time and time again, the girl wanted to heave her body forwards and dive into the blue depths of the warm water and find herself swimming back to shore to repeat the process, but there was something unfriendly about the sharp rocks that sat at Big Rock’s feet that made her decide against it.

At times, she could be wise. At times, she was childish and foolish, dancing in some sort of silly frolicking dance and whirling and spinning under the sky, trying to get any attention she could. The wind picks up, whipping her black and white hair around her face and neck, tugging her back down the spine of Big Rock and then into some place she had never been before.

It was late at night when she had landed on the alien territory. Once more, she had put her shoulder to the sand and lay belly-up to stare at the sky for a couple of hours before snoozing and wandering inland to find the handsome and strangely familiar face of Big Rock. Naturally, she had climbed up onto Big Rock’s back with a childish giggle and a kicking of the heels, then sprinted all the way up to skitter to a stop at the top. And only now, was she wandering back down. Dropping her bum and almost sliding the whole way down the slope, she was smiling and chuckling to herself still. Enjoying her playground all on her lonesome, she never suspected that it would make sense to find playmates or someone that could direct her to others that were just as interested in this sort of play as she was. Back home, everyone seemed less serious than the silly-faces all over the place here, in fact, she had yet to find someone that was as fun as she was- but it was almost always worth a god look-see here and there.

Landing on her butt at the bottom of the hill, she sits awkwardly at the bottom of the slop, her hips and heels pointing out at awkward angles as she looks around, perched on the ground not unlike a dog.

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KINGFISHER
mare. welsh cob cross. bay roan tovero. seven. fourteen hands. Ee Aa Rnrn nSb nT. russell.
The great fish-finder of the big blue seas.