Feet of red and brown. The girl of sandstone and wild got her feet under her. Her siblings were loud and rambunctious. She however was not. Meek and quiet she watched them with a burning intensity bordering on feral, but she never once struck.
She explored their chamber of birth boldly with wobbly strides. She bowed her head to her siblings, her parents. But if they were to meet her gaze they'd see fire looking out.
She explored their chamber of birth boldly with wobbly strides. She bowed her head to her siblings, her parents. But if they were to meet her gaze they'd see fire looking out.
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