Firefly Ravine A walking ball of anxiety

Wobbling around was not as hard as it has first seemed to the little Gorgon girl, even though she was still terrified of whatever momma had to say about her heading for the light. Little did she know everything she had even known was all trapped inside a small den, and that there was a whole world out there for her to explore. A world of danger, for sure, but she couldn't help but be interested. What else was out there? Wonder, color, joy? Or murderous beings all trapped in their own little fantasy of life?

All thoughts running through her little head were simplified, but gone as soon as she caught sight of a blob coming her way. It was not mum, she would've known, would've smelled. No, this stranger had a smell and sight all his own. She couldn't make out his markings, her vision was too blurry, but she was intrigued. And so, with a stumble here and there, she waddled her way up to the new blob. She plopped her little behind down, hiding behind her own body. 

Mum showed her dark self again, she could almost sense her mother's presence, and her comically large head swiveled around to meet her. She let out an achieved, overjoyed bark and a bunch of gibberish sounds, proud of her braveness.