Marisol had to admit there was something sort of cool about all these snapped and broken trees. It certainly stood out from the other parts of the forest, the parts that were just so dull, all that endless brown and green. At least here, she had things to climb on, vantage spots and the chance to feel tall for once in her damned life.
Yeah, she got it. Her Mamma had done her best, raising twins as a loner wasn't easy, even with Gabriel's help. Bla bla bla, she wasn't dumb she knew it was hard work. But really, Gabriel turned out well enough. He was pretty damn tall and heavy like he'd just swallowed a buffalo in one gulp. But Marisol and her sister? They were tiny in comparison, midgits,chiquitito like coyotes.
Mari wasn't so hung up on it as you'd think, size weren't everything in all. But she'd be lying if she said she wasn't at least a little bitter about it. Hell, she was bitter about most things in this world. Everything and everyone had a problem, weren't all they or it cracked up to be. There were no silver linings and if something seemed to be good to be true then it damn was.
She'd learnt that the hard way. And so had her sister, now that she thought about it.
Stupid Mariposa why did she have to screw up like that, not once , not twice but three fucking times! And here Marisol was, having to live with all this shitty weight on her shoulders as she stepped around the shattered pieces she'd left on the ground.
Huffing, Marisol jumped down from the fallen timbers and ambled her way towards the river. Least it was quiet here, with no Lord or Lady claiming they owned these parts just cause they pissed in certain spots. How could anyone claim to own this? The earth beneath her paws, the air in her lungs and the wind that bristled her coat. Nature was nature and they were just figures passing through, with next to no impact in the grand scheme of things.
Wow, how broody. So deep.
Mari scoffed and bent down to lap at the river, as it's water tickled the tips of her toes. Now weren't this nice? Or at least it would have been if a series of 'cheepy cheep cheeps' didn't draw her attention away from her afternoon drink.
For a moment she thought nothing of it, birds were birds no matter where you were. But the sound became louder, more instant, so much so that she had to pull her head up to see just what the fuss was about. And that's when she saw them four fuzzy little bodies who just wouldn't shut up. They stared up at her with ducky adoration, whilst Mari stared down at them with obvious distaste.
She'd seen this look before, blind goo-goo affection, the sort a child felt for their Mother.
"Oh no you don't. I ain't your Mamma, get outta here!"