there's no time to be bored in a world such as this
"Melita!"
Your voice rings brightly over the river, as clear and exuberant as the shore itself. Enthusiastically you wave toward your friend, your mess of curls accented by mushrooms and a new spattering of freckles coating your cheeks following your latest sunburn.
Barefoot and nimble you bound across the stony bank, leaping up onto a boulder like some wild animal might. You are a bit wild today, in truth: your skin is dirty, your tunic torn, and there's an enthused abandon in your warm brown eyes. "What're you doin'?"
Your voice rings brightly over the river, as clear and exuberant as the shore itself. Enthusiastically you wave toward your friend, your mess of curls accented by mushrooms and a new spattering of freckles coating your cheeks following your latest sunburn.
Barefoot and nimble you bound across the stony bank, leaping up onto a boulder like some wild animal might. You are a bit wild today, in truth: your skin is dirty, your tunic torn, and there's an enthused abandon in your warm brown eyes. "What're you doin'?"
