It is, as usual, a busy morning in the Jungle.
The macaws and howler monkeys are out in full force, creating a cacophony of sound that’s making it impossible for Vi to sleep. She sneaks away from her mother’s sleeping form, slipping into the busy clearing that makes up the centre of the kingdom. As much as she loves her mother, she needs to get away sometimes - they can’t escape the fact that there’s something missing from their lives.
Volcan. She still can’t completely understand what happened. She still remembers that heartbeat, so she believes Scorch when she says that she was supposed to have a twin. But … where had Volcan gone? How could he or she disappeared without leaving even the slightest trace?
As young as she is, these questions are a little hard for her to even fully comprehend. But they are a part of her life, and so they still make an impact. Of course, she does not feel the loss as keenly as her mother does, but she still feels the hole. She takes her distractions when she can though, trying to fill up that space where her sibling should have been.
On this particular morning she’s spotted a young capybara, surprisingly far from the river where its natural habitat lies. She watches with interest as it runs around, making odd little barking noises. Perhaps it’s lost? She takes a step closer to it, but it backs away, still barking. “Are you lost?” Not that it has any idea what she’s saying.
The macaws and howler monkeys are out in full force, creating a cacophony of sound that’s making it impossible for Vi to sleep. She sneaks away from her mother’s sleeping form, slipping into the busy clearing that makes up the centre of the kingdom. As much as she loves her mother, she needs to get away sometimes - they can’t escape the fact that there’s something missing from their lives.
Volcan. She still can’t completely understand what happened. She still remembers that heartbeat, so she believes Scorch when she says that she was supposed to have a twin. But … where had Volcan gone? How could he or she disappeared without leaving even the slightest trace?
As young as she is, these questions are a little hard for her to even fully comprehend. But they are a part of her life, and so they still make an impact. Of course, she does not feel the loss as keenly as her mother does, but she still feels the hole. She takes her distractions when she can though, trying to fill up that space where her sibling should have been.
On this particular morning she’s spotted a young capybara, surprisingly far from the river where its natural habitat lies. She watches with interest as it runs around, making odd little barking noises. Perhaps it’s lost? She takes a step closer to it, but it backs away, still barking. “Are you lost?” Not that it has any idea what she’s saying.