I wasn’t much of a talker, not really at least. I do what I can to keep to myself, except around mom and Connor. It was easy to be open around them; I didn’t feel judged or different. I wandered from the den today, despite mom telling both of us to stay, I was two, I didn’t need to stay in the den at all times, it got boring and well, frustrating to be kept locked up all the time. I was exploring some more, the crater was so full of wonders, of friends * of the small furry variety * that I just couldn’t stay away. No way, no how. I smiled, my duo colored eyes shining with the joy that ran through my veins on a daily basis.

My left eye was pink, just like momma’s, while my right was a bright vibrant shade of gold. It was interesting really, but I liked it. I was unique in my own special way. The sun had begun to set, slowly slipping down to be hidden by the earth’s volume. I saw my mom’s white body, resting peacefully near the river and I start to move towards her, only to stop when a golden hued female walks up to her. I want to see what their speaking of, so I head to her. I lower my head as I approach my mom, nudging her hip as I sit beside her, I smile, looking to the other female that was there.

“Hi! I’m Anemone. Who’re You?!”

three - by camelot out of laila - female