Blackwater Islands The sands of time make one hunger for knowledge

She heard her mother approach, and let her ditty fade out. With a smile she spoke, "Geia Momma", lifting her head to peer at her mother backwards. She cooed as Kalika arranged her pelt, letting her paws knead the sand in contentment.

At the question the girls face parted in a bright smile, for she knew her mother would be pleased with what she had been doing for the last hour. Nodding inland at a pile of beautiful seashells, she spoke gleefully, "I've been getting the prettiest ones to give to Her!" She jumped up near the end of her words, prancing over to the pile. Thankfully, after living here for a couple weeks she was starting to be able to walk upon the moving sands. Using a paw to shift through her pile, she smiled adoringly at her cache. Looking back to see if her mother had followed she spoke, "Would you like one mommy? I'm sure She wouldn't mind."