livamyyo
Livamyyo was born beneath a raging storm. The wind had howled like a chorus of lonely wolves and the palms had groaned as if they were about to snap. Thunder had rumbled overhead and the sky had lit up to reveal the heavy sheets of rain that fell from the sky. That was perhaps the most interesting day of Livamyyo’s life – the rest were not boisterous, nor were they fraught with tension. They were just days like any other day. In all honestly, most of her days were rather boring.
Her mother had kept her deep within the confines of their jungle home, far from the shore that she had only spied from above on the high ground. She had asked her mother about what was dowe there but had only been told she must never go there. This made her curious but she was not one to break her mother’s rules – well, not when her mother was around anyway.
For as long as she could remember, it had been just her and her mother, until it wasn’t and only Liv remained.
She wasn’t sure if her mother had meant to leave for as long as she did, or if she intended to come back, but for now, the paradise was Livamyyo’s domain. She spent her first few solitary weeks exploring the jungle in more depth before finally creeping closer to the shore.
You must never go there
The voice of her mother warned as the chestnut yearling peeked out from behind a palm. It didn’t look so bad, certainly not the scary place she had imagined. Not a single toothed beast, like those that stalked the jungle, was present on the golden shore, perhaps her mother had been mistaken.
Stepping forward, she eyed the ground curiously as it moved beneath her hooves. It felt like the wet muddy soil of the jungle but it looked dry. She frowned, dipping her head down to sniff at it but this merely made her sneeze as loose grains of sands flew up her nostrils – it was very strange. Confused, but not frightened, she moved forward with deliberate and tentative steps until she reached to sea. She watched as it quietly ebbed in and out, not moving until the water began to brush against her hooves.
How odd, she thought, that the water should come to her instead of her going to it. Was this what her mother had warned her about? She lowered her head curiously to take a sip of the strange water for the first and only time.
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