Phoenix Maplewood bad chick

They'd gotten so far. All that was left was to get the child into the water and bathed and cleaned up properly. It seemed here, however, they would reach a bit of an impasse as the coy-child refused to enter the shallows of the small stream. Citali blinked back at the whelp, unamused. Her face fell flat as her ears lowered. Her disapproval in the protests were evident and clear.

"Why not?" she asked firmly. There was a stiffness in her jaw and words that suggested she was not so keen on this act of defiance. Reason or otherwise, she was reminded as to why she loathed children. They were irrational, fickle things. She could only hope this was not one of those things.