07-04-2018, 09:08 AM
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[color=#00688b]”Those are some neat looking seashells!”
The observation dripped from the lips of the tiny orca cat, her still unsteady paws leading her teetering form towards Pincher, Coldblue, and the plethora of books for sale. A being of the seas, the young Malana did not quite grasp the concept of reading nor did she realize that the leaderbound things that rested before her were about as far away from seashells as one could get. They still fascinated her though - as did everything above the waves - and she found herself eagerly tugging on one, pulling it closer to investigate it. She expected the rough surface of a seashell to greet her waiting paws but was surprised to see that it was smooth and fluttery. How weird!
[color=#00688b]”Are these magic seashells? What do you do with them? Oh! You have a Caes- no, it’s a name. You have a name, not a Caesar. What’s your name?” She inquired, reminding herself that these individuals all possessed unique names, not different speaks that differentiated them from the rest of the pod. [color=#00688b]”I’m Ma-la-na!” She continued chipperly, continuing to speak quickly and excitedly. Talking... communicating... it was all very new to her and admittedly, Malana greatly enjoyed the sound of her own voice.
The observation dripped from the lips of the tiny orca cat, her still unsteady paws leading her teetering form towards Pincher, Coldblue, and the plethora of books for sale. A being of the seas, the young Malana did not quite grasp the concept of reading nor did she realize that the leaderbound things that rested before her were about as far away from seashells as one could get. They still fascinated her though - as did everything above the waves - and she found herself eagerly tugging on one, pulling it closer to investigate it. She expected the rough surface of a seashell to greet her waiting paws but was surprised to see that it was smooth and fluttery. How weird!
[color=#00688b]”Are these magic seashells? What do you do with them? Oh! You have a Caes- no, it’s a name. You have a name, not a Caesar. What’s your name?” She inquired, reminding herself that these individuals all possessed unique names, not different speaks that differentiated them from the rest of the pod. [color=#00688b]”I’m Ma-la-na!” She continued chipperly, continuing to speak quickly and excitedly. Talking... communicating... it was all very new to her and admittedly, Malana greatly enjoyed the sound of her own voice.