Dragoncrest Cliffs Un jour viendra

dalia was unaware she was being hunted by a ferocious beast. all she could really focus on was the lovely flower that gave her some beautiful company. the little girl couldn't help but continue to gently sniff the flower's sweet scent, taking in every part she could and comitting it to memory. a little bit of her told her to take the flower back to mama, but another part told her to leave it where she found it. dalia didn't understand the concept of death, only playing, eating, and sleeping. everything else was practically brand new.

standing up, she waddled around the flower a little bit, making small circles with dainty little steps from her pudgy legs. dalia would go to the left a few times, then turn around and go to the right. and every completed circle she did, she sniffed the little flower. it was a strange looking action, one would think it was some kind of ritual. but instead, it was just a puppy being a puppy, a silly little thing. finally, she plopped down again, sticking her nose farther into the plant until her face was nearly inside the thing entirely. what a strange child portia was raising...