i was born in the arms of imaginary friends,
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.
"I like trees, and I like clouds!" The girl is currently walking around the wintry grounds singing to herself...she tends to sing pretty often to anyone willing to listen or at the very least pretend to.
"But I love snow! They are GROUND CLOUDS!" And with this prompt explanation, she takes a bite of some of the new snow. With a gleeful chomp she smiles, little frosted flakes stuck to her small lips before she moves along. A little tune trails after her as she hums to herself, growing a bit tired of being alone today (and surely the adults were tired of her following them around). Her Dahdee, her starshine, was a wonderful playmate but he was so busy lately.
The girl child would get her wish, despite all odds of how the Beqanna gods worked. Her small form shifts and changes to that of a turquoise filly with silver mane and tail. It was one thing that never ceased to entertain her. Some days she was a tiny Offspring, other days she was a tiny Isle and some days she was the golden palomino of her very own Maribel but when you can be ANY color why not be something different ever day!
(Beqanna gods help us all when she discovers paisley print or checkers)
WOO! Maribel was just so gosh darn excited for life and ground clouds and dirt and trees and...
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