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Grass-green eyes regard the peach-golden glow of the rising sun, a hiccoughing call barking across the rolling hills.
A blue head turns, facing golden-green eyes to the last dying light of the day, an incongruously high, thin howl drifting into the dark.
And bells on her toes, she shall make music whereever she goes.
Ssthisto is, in fact, a semi-aquatic beastie, as at home in fresh water as on land. In many ways, this is where I am most at home – below the surface.