Dawn Treader Valley i could be very happy with this

not yet, she said. that was okay, because learning together was equally enticing. petal makes a comment about her eyes that brings a reluctant smile. she had caught but a glimpse of their peach-pink colour in her reflection, but it was her favorite attribute — aside from her golden tail, but these days, that only made her sad.

in their mother's absence and dusty's preoccupation with her illness, dahlia had found herself to be the rattlesnake-scarer, so she had no issue being the spider-snatcher too. i'll take care of them, she announced. no spider will stop us today.

the water felt good as they waded through, even though there wasn't much of it to be found where they were crossing. marigold sounds pretty, she mused. i can't believe anything grows out here. the afternoons had been hot while they still had to huddle together at night to stay warm.

what should i be looking for?