Bearclaw Valley [m] feiticeira

the tiny click of her teeth bounces off the walls – foiled again! andrelia overturned in heady laughter all the same at ancelin’s hollers, preferring this parenting style over a pull-up-your-trousers-you-cant-eat-that-thats-and-too-damn-bad! dad any day.

one by the dozen (three is a lot and its like any of the former knew the tally) her sisters flittered out of her limited focus, not that she was entirely paying attention to them when it was daddy and favorite daughter time. but soon her father rose with his sun, and like the pantomime child she was, the bruin-girl swaddled her baby fat after his path, trying and failing to imitate his gait.

overturned frescos of fresh loam dressed cheeks stippled with gooseflesh—sensational death. but the girl was particularly infatuated with the glassy eyes, and given how unbreathing the animal was, she didn’t think it would if she slipped one for herself.

she gargled in her hoity-toity honey boo boo manner of wailing, “da! da!” in the way that she hoped her father would get her the thing she wants.