Moonspear somebody else’s lake

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Orca was a happy child with a healthy curiosity for all things, but unlike when she was very young she now approached all things new with plenty of skepticism and a lot of questions about it first. If she knew it, it was great, but if she didn’t—the jury took its time deliberating on a verdict as to whether it was “good” or “not good”. 

Today she spent her time squinting at something new. She gave it plenty of space to start, but now began meandering toward it at a slow pace. When she did, it observed her and toddled away itself. Orca tossed her head and sprang in the opposite direction, huffing indignantly. 

She called the big guns in. They’d know how to handle it! Da? Ma? came Orca’s girlish voice, wrapped in her fathers burr.