The Sunspire More....socialization?

sunlight pooled in from above, coating her sandy pelt in the afternoon rays.  as usual she was sunbathing in the realm between being asleep and awake, though at the sound of footfalls one lid split to reveal a shocking seafoam eye.  

she recognized the woman, of course, as the one who had come in late to her birth and although she harbored no ill will for the alabaster girl it was difficult to regard her with the same warmness that she gave to her family.

she stretched her legs, toes splayed, before she stood.  already the baby weight was gone, and seabreeze was left too-small and windswept before the other girl.  good afternoon, she greets her, stifling a yawn, how kind of you.