Shadowpup frolicked with
@Stormpup through the clusters of yellow buttercups and purple clover after Silvertongue. A child so young had no perception of the past or future – she was too preoccupied with enjoying the present. She didn’t know where or why they were going. Right now, Shadowpup was simply happy to enjoy the company of her brother and Tia Plata.
The young girl was more sensitive and cautious than her sibling. Instead of trampling flowers, she smelled them. Instead of chewing a stick, she would admire its abstract shape of it. Shadowpup was like a little sponge! She absorbed the world around her.
“Mira, mira!” she parrotted Silvertongue (not really having any idea what the word meant) when she spied the little orbs of light. She gasped in awe and sat perfectly still. Their dance was mesmerizing!
“Amor?” Shadowpup chimed as her big eyes watched the dancing lights. One firefly nearly touched the child’s nose before flying away in a whimsical pattern. The girl briefly gave chase, giggling.
“Mira! Mira Tia Plata!” Shadowpup danced with the luciérnagas as Silvertongue watched. Look I am a firefly!
Her innocent gaze, soon to be marigold, turned upon Silvertongue.
Do you mind if this is my last post? Thank you for the short and sweet thread!
Tia Plata always knew just what to say! Shadowpup giggled bashfully as the fireflies hovered around her. It was an ethereal sight, for the glowing luciérnagas appeared undisturbed as the darkling cygnet danced with them. It was as if mother nature accepted this gentle, loving child.
Eventually, Shadowpup recognized that it was time to say farewell to her little friends.
“Bye bye,” she cooed before frolicking back to her Tia Plata.