by Iri » December 24th, 2014, 10:49 pm
Neema rose to her feet, but merely stretched and promptly sat down again, watching the river crash along and listening to the wind whistle. "I remember I used to constantly ask my mother questions about nature- like how the river kept going and how water even existed, why the sky is blue, why during the sunset or sunrise it was orange and pink..." She smiled at the memory, how her mother would exasperatedly reply that she didn't know.
[No, she won't get mad again.]