Larksong Grotto XLVIII

phone post!

Despite her growing body, there is a tenderness shared between father and daughter. It is something that perhaps never becomes lost through the days as she finds her adult nature. Sunrise is quick to appreciate the small bird caught for her, crunching along and even trying to encourage her father to savor in his talents with one of her favorite pieces, the crunchy wing.

Her sister continues to seemingly flourish in her skills, and now sunrise must come to meet these expectations, or perhaps even try to exceed them in her own stubborn and headstrong way.

Sunrise follows her father, taking note of the smells and sounds that seemingly full all her senses. And mimicking his behavior, she too comes to push her nose the ground in search for the scent of birds. Something rustles behind her, and there is a small rumble to her father, unsure if it’s a bird or something else. She comes to stop, turning her head to look over the bundle of bushes that she assumed the sound originated from.