Qeya River Await the love that I call trouble

the girl's delight in a new face and her pride could only keep her happiness buoyant for so long in the face of her growing guilt. her features fall as aphrodite gently scorns her, tail growing still, though happy gaze finds the stranger a moment, wanting at once to find him some mint. 

and then her father's voice, and her tail plummeted to wrap around her rear comically quickly. she peers back toward her father, auds pressed toward the sound of his voice. "привет отец," she greets, moving toward him quickly as if that may somehow make being all the way out here better. 

his scolding is not unexpected, though the guilt she feels is very real. "Прости отец. Я знаю, я был плох." tongue sweeps over her lips, gaze finding the ground at her paws as she moves to his side, similarly glad for her private reprimand.