Lion Head Mesa Acceptance

A new voice was heard. Or at least, it was new to her. She would not remember hearing it rich with anger but days ago. That had not been when the remembering began. And so she did not think to feel afraid, or anxious, as she looked to her mother with a wagging tail. What gift might this voice bring, she wondered?
She made her way toward her unknown brother with a skip in her step, her happy prance revealing all too easily her mood. Although she was an intuitive girl, she knew not the things that plagued the figure at their door. He was lovely to look upon, and Toula easily trusted those with such a countenance. She adored him at once. She greeted him with a happy chirp and a smile that easily revealed her feelings.