The Chantale that left the wilds would be hard to find in the one that returned to it.
She had shot up in height, for one. Limber limbs, fashioned for swimming, and a body built directly for speed. She was long, a long snout, long ears, long legs. Chantale had hit some weird growth spurt those first few weeks in Eresta, and she hadn’t stopped at all for a while. Steadily gaining height without gathering mass.
Until she was her adult height, though scrawny without adult weight.
Her tongue was out as she carved a path inland, dragging beneath her jaw. Nothing could stop her in her journey, legs churning, eyes focused on the mountains as a landmark. She was near the sea, already she had spent too long landlocked on a whim.
The sea called to Chantale, and she was happy to answer.
She had shot up in height, for one. Limber limbs, fashioned for swimming, and a body built directly for speed. She was long, a long snout, long ears, long legs. Chantale had hit some weird growth spurt those first few weeks in Eresta, and she hadn’t stopped at all for a while. Steadily gaining height without gathering mass.
Until she was her adult height, though scrawny without adult weight.
Her tongue was out as she carved a path inland, dragging beneath her jaw. Nothing could stop her in her journey, legs churning, eyes focused on the mountains as a landmark. She was near the sea, already she had spent too long landlocked on a whim.
The sea called to Chantale, and she was happy to answer.
Chantale speaks only in Haitian Creole, she understands English but as she is a little shit, she will not speak it unless she feels it’s necessary. When she does, she has a very thick Creole accent.
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