Aug 30, 2013
Surprise (Marleigh and Molte)
Bare feet swung lazily in the air, boots discarded somewhere near the owner. Molte’s fingers were dipped in the chilly water of the small pond. A giggle or two escaped his lips. The little baby fishes were eating his fingers! Well, it was more like tickling, but anyway!
As he continued chuckling to himself and wiggling around while keeping his hands still, the pond remained as calm as ever. A brush of wind ruffled his short hair, the leaves rustled together and grass moved gently.
