Lion Head Mesa abyddos

toula thrilled as her mother moved with her. and as she did, toula again emerged into the fresh light of day (what of it the hallways could provide) and basked in it for a moment. her mother spoke in that lovely voice of hers, and toula answered as she always would: o-taaayyy, ola o-tay, keen, with a smile. and with a hint of mischief in her gaze, toula bolted with a delighted giggle in the direction she had once seen her mother go in the dark.
she had been much too tired to follow her then. and perhaps it had only been a dream. faint murmurings in the night, meant not to disturb. and she had not been! only curious. but the sands of sleep had been too heavy to resist that evening.
the amiirad was not at all quick in her bolting, and could easily be stopped. her legs could not take her very far very quickly, yet... and it was not her intent to run away from her mother, but to take her with her!