Dragoncrest Cliffs Imagination

unsurprisingly, two out of three joined coraline in short order. her bigger brother's absence was only missed for a moment; for the moment, there were more captivating things to command her attention. her head tilted to the opposite side as the man spoke, then back, trying to make sense of the explanation. she eyed the kelp with no small amount of skepticism, unable to decide which sound to attach to the ugly little thing. kel, she tried, sniffing delicately toward it and finding the scent of it far more pleasant. brine and ocean greenery, scents that would come to define the merchild in settings beyond her seaside home in future days. she didn't quite like the harshness of that sound, though, so she tried another. crrrr... grrr.. rrr no, that wasn't right! frustrated, she let out a huff and took a decisive step forward, as if she meant to attack it. ass! she finally finished, flopped ear twitching to an upright position. assgrass. she sounded quite proud of herself.

slides back in shamefully. sorry everyone, puptato days are hard sometimes