My c o l d desire
to hear the boom, boom,
b o o m of your heart

Caligula was laying in a rather large hole in the beach. She had carved it out for herself, large paws excavating the dirt with little thought of where the misplaced earth would land. She had dug until her muscles were sore with the exertion and the ground where she flopped onto to spend her sunbathing hours was moist and cool. Caligula had no intention of swimming the way she had seen some of her packmates do. Even to the Island that also bore her lovers scent, Caligula was wary of such things. There were monsters in the waters. She had seen them bob up and down with such speed across the not so distant horizon. And if they were that close, what stopped them from coming closer? Sure, no one had been hurt yet, but Caligula was not a creature that trusted the unknown and uninvestigated. Hell, she barely trusted her own mother. The encounter on the Iromar border was close enough for her. Ruvindra was not to be trusted, and her lover was infinitely more untrustworthy. Had she a voice, there would of been a command to her beloved black daughter to stay away from Ruvindra and her most recent lover.

Still, these thoughts are hers alone to bare. Even Tesseract seemed somewhat distant of late. Her voice. Her sun prince. He was her everything and she loved him more dearly than life itself. In fact, there would be no life without him. He was the half of soul missing from her, and only when she was with him did she feel entirely whole. The Baroness of Glorall laid her head on the rim of her gigantic whole, watching idly with some interest as two gulls fought over a fish that had been dead for some time, spat out by the ocean that raised it. Rejected. She was somewhat surprised that Maradona and Cersei had decided to remain in Glorall. Had Tesseract named one of them heir? She was unsure, yet she could see that wonderment in Maradona's eyes every time that she ventured into the freelands. How was it that Glorall had tethered them so? Did their early childhood of loners leave them quiet and meek? Caligula would hardly call either of her eldest daughters meek. She worried for them as a Mother often does.

There was a soft scuffling of feet that turned an ear towards the noise. Before her head slid against the sand and watched the creature that toddled forth. A pup. And certainly not one that could afford to be by itself. She had seen the size of some of the great birds that inhabited the coastline. A pup would be an easy meal. Caligula's motherly instinct takes over and she sits up out of the sand, though the damp particles of rock cling to her. Tongue lolling, she moves towards the young one. Although, she wishes not to scare it and thus falls into a factory setting of pups--playing. Her throat emits enough of a wheeze to it that she should catch the eyes of the young thing perched on her rock, while Caligula's own body falls into a play bow with an excited waving tail. It seemed forever since her children were this small, and in some small part of her missed them at this age.