bastet
all the survivors singing in the rain
The world was forever changing, the young girl was beginning to realize. What was there one day might not be there the next, and although this revelation was a bit daunting, it helped her to better understand the world around her. Bastet was young, not even having made it out of her first spring, but she was daring. She liked to test the limits of her surroundings, and today was no different. As soon as she was able to walk she had tried to get out of the den, to taste of the world
outside. It had seemed so tantalizing at the time, and as she grew older and more capable, she began to explore further and further, pushing the limits of her parents' boundaries.
Her deaf ear was hardly a hindrance, and on the edge of sleep she swore that she could hear the world whispering to her through it, begging her to come out and taste its sweetness. And Bastet wanted so desperately to obey. She moved through the rolling hills of her homeland, the blue sky seeming to stretch endlessly until it touched with the green of the grass in the distance. Her paws were beginning to ache with the distance she had traveled from the den, but it didn't bother her one bit. This was the world, the place she was destined to experience and explore. And it was beautiful.
It was interesting, her childlike enchantment with the mundane. Those with more jaded minds hardly had the patience or the imagination to find beauty in the world as Bastet did. Perhaps it would fade with age, or perhaps it would grow even stronger. For now, however, she was enraptured with the grass and the sky. With a bark of absolute ecstasy she leaped forward, plunging through the grass and breaking out in a run, sprinting as fast as her little puppy legs could carry her.