Kalira's Randomness

It's been a rough - exhausting! - month, but it is absolutely worth it, and Cleo wouldn't trade it, the woman beaming at her, or this view for anything.

‟We’re going out; would you like to come with us?” Keith asked with a smile. Ryan glanced down reflexively; mostly he was used to it - and he made damn sure it didn’t show on the odd occasion he was thrown - but even he hitched for a moment from time to time looking at them. Not so much at the sight of Keith’s daemon herself - he was one of the most obvious people Ryan had ever met - but. . . Nina - he was almost positive, and wasn’t the fact that he wasn’t always a sinking plink of guilt - took a step forwards and sat beside Keith, leaning against his thigh . . . and both right alongside her and at Keith’s other side, two almost identical dogs waited. ‟Out?” Ryan paused; Keith was wearing running shoes. ‟Running?”

‟Mum?” ‟Oh! Luke!” Sarah Jane sniffed a little, rubbing her face quickly; probably trying to hide the gesture, Luke assessed, and so he should allow her to think that she had succeeded. People didn’t like their attempted deceptions to be seen through. ‟What are you doing up?” she asked, voice soft. Luke frowned slightly.