Dragoncrest Cliffs I think I left my consciousness in the sixth dimension

forward dated a week!

She was growing more mobile even if she hadn't grown much in size or weight. What growth she did manage was slower than normal, but she neither noticed nor cared, likely because she didn't know any better. 

The sun pulled her from the den. The seastar scampered and hopped her way into the light and then threw herself into its warmth. She skidded across stone and dirt but giggled once she stopped. Leaving the den always provided her with entertainment. 

When she was sufficiently warm, she sat up and looked around for something else to explore.

these days mireille lingered closer to the den. she had experienced a sense of fulfilment that perhaps might change, but for the present devoted her in totality to the little pups which had begun to explore.
aminthe was rolling outside. when her sister straightened, mireille pounced toward the girl, pretending she might push the child over. but at the last she changed course and loped in a circle around the little wolf.
"what you be wantin' to do today, mm?" mireille asked, looking down at aminthe.

Aminthe jumped a little at the sudden appearance of her sister, but her fright quickly morphed into delight. The tiny girl dramatically dropped to her side and started giggling as if her sister was the most amusing thing she had ever seen. 

She tilted her head at Mireille's question. Go! she answered. She wanted to go on an adventure.

mireille booped aminthe gently between her little ears. "all right. i t'ink you be old enough to go wid me to mossbloom." she nuzzled her sister's cheek and stepped away with a chuff to their maman.
"it be a big tree, de bigges' you have ever seen," mireille exulted to aminthe as they set off. "what color are leaves on trees?" she quizzed with a chuckle.

Mireille was taking them somewhere. Aminthe caught something about a tree and her tailed thumped happily against the ground. She leaned into her sister's affection and planted kisses on her muzzle before she pulled away.

The tiny girl bobbed along at her sibling's side, occasionally stumbling over her own paws. She was still vastly uncoordinated. The question made her tilt her head; she had no idea of the answer. She gave only a loud yap in response, a grin spreading across her face. Today she would learn something new, it seemed.

oh, right, aminthe could not yet speak so well.
"dat's right, dey be greeeeen," she said for her sister, stretching out the color's name so that her baby sibling could keep it more easily in her head. "an' so many of dem."
"but de best t'ing be underneat'," and she gestured with a flourish to the network of wide, high roots shivering sandy soil down onto the ground. "i go in here to eat bugs sometimes," she admitted, knowing aminthe could tell no one.

Eeeee, she repeated, focusing on the part of the word that stood out the most; it also happened to be easier to say. That must be what these tall things were called. 

When her attention was directed to the large roots that curved up from the ground, she stared at them with great interest. A small, black beetle scurried across the ground, right in front of her paw. Aminthe grinned and looked to her sister. T'ing! she said excitedly.

"ya, t'ing," mireille hooted, greatly amused at her sister's quick antics. having a little sister was turning out to be quite cool indeed. "t'ing dat make a delicious snack."
she decided wisely not to squash it in front of aminthe. the pebble would not understand.
"what should we call de tree?" the sea girl asked, lifting a paw to motion toward the giant denizen of the cliff.

A snack? She wasn't sure what that was, but she took her sister's word for it; this little black thing was called a snack. 

Mireille motioned to the big thing and asked a question that the seastar didn't quite understand. She stood and wagged her tail anyway. Eeee, she said excitedly. That's what it was called.

"ee," she repeated. "did you be meanin' 'uncle branches?'" she asked, chuckling at her own wit, though she was not truly sure what an uncle was. "dat is a good name," she nodded at her little sister.
a thunderclap made her start. she looked up at the sky. a fat raindrop broke over the bridge of her nose. "ah, no good. hurry. in here," she urged, motioning to the large roots that would easily accommodate them both.

Aminthe nodded at her sister's words, though the only thing she really made out was ee. She assumed that would be the name and that Mireille was in agreement. She wagged her and tail yipped with excitement. 

Thunder made her freeze and look at the sky as a large drop of rain fell directly on her face. She stepped back and shook her head, her face wrinkling in discomfort. 

It was easily forgotten as her sister shepherded them under the roots and out of the rain. Aminthe snuggled close to her, nuzzling her face into her sister's soft fur. She knew she was safe with her.

fade and have another? <3

mireille put a paw around aminthe's shoulders. she liked that her sister trusted her so much. it reaffirmed her again as a descendant of sapphique, destined for things even she did not know. and that meant it was the same for her little sibling.
but was it so for quennell? 
she frowned a little at this and thought of sobo. mireille opened her mouth to begin a song, but found herself yawning again.