Onto this new web

"Advwentour!" Potema squeaked as she toddled after her mother. She was high spirits today, despite her father's mysterious disappearance. The young girl had sorely missed him after her mother said those simple words. Father gone. But it was not enough to depress her. She kept moving on, but occasionally felt pangs of loss that she could not explain.

The ash-sprinkled girl bumped into her mother's leg when she stopped in front of a bush. She shook her head and recovered quickly, though a light bump, it was enough to make her dizzy for a few brief seconds. When Potema recovered, she sat straight, her tail dancing in the breeze as she looked up at her mother expectantly. "Advwentour, mama?" she asked.