Valley of Gold a voice

zulema did not answer. if she felt her mother would have been offended by such response, she would have spoken. the girl loved her father dearly, just as tamar. it seemed that this would be where the flawless image of love zulema saw in them would go away, just as she thought all things did. tamar was here, however, and she held herself from picturing her mother in the context of that idea.

"he has shifted from what i believed him to be... if that makes any sense." she clicked her tongue in thought. "but i love him, but love will not take me to the sea as it has here."

she hoped her words were enough. enough to tell her mother that she would not be leaving her any time soon.

arsenio was as soft and kind as he was stoic. a dependable and constant source of love is what she found in him. as of the late months, her father did not seem to instigate these emotions anymore. zulema missed him, even though he was right there.

the sandy girl listened intently, her ears perked towards her mother's low voice and then the direction of what she might of thought a mirage. zulema's posture shrunk in on itself, but her movement remained comfortable and quiet as she followed tamar's lead.