Sequoia Coast i'll whisk away your heartsigh and bury it in mine

the way she played reminded him of a child.  the longer he looked at her he realized that she must have been about his age, perhaps a little younger.  he couldn't be sure.

what he was certain of, she seemed not to care for the bird's plight.  he didn't particularly care either, but it befuddled him to see her treatment of the creature.  did she not care to preserve the meat, either?

he came as close to the edge as he could manage and reclined, content to watch her antics for the time being.