Two Eyes Cenote Dear Arkansas Daughter

Safiya nodded her head. Thoughtful. I haven't met her. But I hear she's nice. A small shrug of shoulders. It would be nice ot meet her i suppose, but also.

Fiya bit her lip unsure. Well I prefer wolves that I can talk to without misstep.

Safiya snorted. Siblings are irritating. Good to sometimes, but mostly irritating. And me and Mine are so different. Sometimes.

She tilted an ear. Sometimes i think maybe I was born wrong. I don't worry or get scared like them.

She grinned at his praise. Thanks.

She scuffed a toe a little embarrassed. She was tiny, but she was going places and doing things. Or so she hoped. 

Safiya studied his expression. The graveness of his eyes and the way his tone was no longer as lighthearted as it was. And she railed against it. She hated asking her father for anything. She shifted and buried her shoulders down. 

Father doesn't let me do a lot of things like he lets Tiya and Kheti. She frowned in thought and sighed. But she took a deep breath. But I'll ask if it makes you feel better.


A trill of laughter. No baba is built bigger than most.