Greatwater Lake Sight

Baby blues had clued into the moonlit hairs and dust that Ibrahim disrupted during his climb. For a time it was all the ogre girl saw. A mere feather of light as it floated through the darkness of the den. Floating, drifting, sailing away towards the den mouth (fuzzy as it was to freshly opened eyes).

Ibrahim, however, did not float.

Tumbling his way down, Ibrahim may not have had a choice on where, or who, he landed. This simple reasoning was not present in the girl's mind. Especially not when her big lump of a brother snapped her out of her reverie.

This fits of whining and growling resumed louder than before. After all, Taliba could see her assailant now. Petty, indignant, angry. Taliba shuffled and squirmed and pressed into his side. Grasping for the teat he had claimed.