Otatso Wetlands Tabula Rasa

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Mud. Her savior. Oh gosh, she loved it, loved the way the heat of the sun couldn't beat against her dark pelt, the way it kept her cool, the way it made her look like some abhorrent monster. That's right. She was covered in it, from her ears all the way down to her usually/oddly pristine white toes. It had been a while since she'd gotten to play in it, and she was taking full advantage of it now. 

At first only her feet had gotten dirty, and then her legs. She'd been fine until the sun had come out from behind the clouds and then... Then chaos happened. The Amazon had she'd her cloak of maturity and plunged in to the wetlands, hopping around like no one was watching her. They weren't. Mana wasn't here. Tyrr wasn't around. Even Citali was elsewhere. Leaving Nocta to bound around like a child.

Every so often, she'd roll in it all, to keep the mud from baking under the hot sun. So involved was she that she didn't even realize that someone else was around, or she wouldn't have risen out of the muck like a maniac, bounding forward again only to skid to a stop before she bowled him over. Fire-bright eyes blinked at him from her mud-encased muzzle, her tail swinging rather heavily behind her for a brief moment. Unsure of his reaction, Nochtli waited.