Lost Creek Hollow tres leche

Shadowpup frolicked with @Stormpup through the clusters of yellow buttercups and purple clover after Silvertongue. A child so young had no perception of the past or future – she was too preoccupied with enjoying the present. She didn’t know where or why they were going. Right now, Shadowpup was simply happy to enjoy the company of her brother and Tia Plata.

The young girl was more sensitive and cautious than her sibling. Instead of trampling flowers, she smelled them. Instead of chewing a stick, she would admire its abstract shape of it. Shadowpup was like a little sponge! She absorbed the world around her.

“Mira, mira!” she parrotted Silvertongue (not really having any idea what the word meant) when she spied the little orbs of light. She gasped in awe and sat perfectly still. Their dance was mesmerizing!