Ankyra Sound You can travel the world, but nothing comes close to the Golden Coast

The world had changed.

This was okay! Change happened so often in Blossom’s world, at the rate she was going she was sure it would change all over again.

It had gotten bigger. That was alright too! It meant more colors, sights and developments, a well travelled path to the adults became something new and exciting to Blossom! She didn’t fear change, because she had never learned the taste of fear. She didn’t know heartbreak, didn’t know how to be scared.

She tumbled along right beside her mother as the ground changed.

Ooooooooo! That was new too! The way it shifted beneath her feet, but she barely got any chances to make an acquaintance with the sand before her mother tugged her up and off over it. Blossom always marveled at that, how fast her mother seemed to travel where Blossom’s stubby little legs were still learning their own gears.

She looked out over the ocean, and her mouth fell open in a dramatic o. Her mother passed her off to her father, and she would plop down at his front feet the moment she was sat down, staring at the water. Formulating her thoughts, before she would raise her voice into a shriek.

WOOSH!

She yelled the sound over and over again, her tongue lisping over her newly formed teeth and throwing spit every which way. She messed up on the “sh”, occasionally turning it into a t sound, or a raspberry, but she was very enthusiastic!