10-16-2018, 12:11 AM
There was the rift dividing Nimeda from Mara. A tiny fracture perhaps but if they weren’t careful, that rift might carve the whole grandness of a new canyon between them. “I think about her – me – all the time. She isn’t happy like yours. She suffers. I suffer.” Mara’s tone darkened as the eyes wobbled a few steps nearer. After a few moments of introspection, Mara blinked, propped up on an elbow and caught the wry grin perched on Nimeda’s lips. “Who’s Calvin? How did you send him to her?” She pat the ground then, beckoning the pet to pad its way closer to its mistress. Mara scooped up the little creature, smiling even as it bared its pointy little teeth up at her in return.