4/27/2026, 4:22 PM
Tiny little coughs as the tiny little puffball lifted her head before she tucked herself right back into a tight little C shape and tried to tuck her nose under her tail. It was so much warmer here, but she was still trying to dry herself off from scrambling out of one of the pools. It had been so hard for her, and Papa had just kept sleeping and sleeping.....
sleep.
sleep, little stardrop, sleep.
She remembered the soft whispered words from her mother, but then Papa was supposed to take her and deliver her to be trained so she'd grow up polished, graceful, poised, a respectable lady rather than the daughter of fishmongers.