The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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She seems comfortable enough in here, weaving through the caverns like it's her home or something. She stays quiet as we're moving, like she doesn't want to talk over her shoulder. Not that I blame her. I hate talking in these dank echoy caves too. When she passes by, I jump, the brush of her fur on mine a surprising thing when I wasn't expecting it. My family was never touchy feely. The only time Viora ever touched someone was to try to bite them. Mom was affectionate but not coddling. She did her duty as a mother but she also taught us to be independent so that we could live without her. I wonder if she knew we would have to sooner rather than later. I would think it easy enough to get lost in these caves. I try to listen to the sounds of her paws on the cold floor as I follow along after, using the little light that makes it through to make out her figure. Once the sun beams off her coat, I blink a few times, trying to adjust my eyes to the new lighting. I pause once outside and look at my companion, taking in her multi colored eyes. Interesting since I have two different colored eyes myself. Light blue and vivid yellow look upon the girl as we reach the sunlight, noting the smile that seems less tight now. Maybe the dark makes her a grouch. She answers my question and my brows rise in surprise. "You...LIVE in there? But it's so dark! And...smelly." I wrinkle my nose. I can't see why anyone would want to live in there. At her question, I shift my weight a little to show my discomfort. My gaze drops to the ground. "I..guess I wanted to go somewhere to think. I've kind of had a traumatizing week." I shrug lightly, hoping she doesn't push for details but something tells me this might not be my kind of day. Tristan.male.5 years old.son of |