username: skorch, taven porter, female
taven porter found blair porter on the day of october sixth. a family tradition
of hers was to take beach walks, when skies would be cold, and grey, the type
that would seem to reach down into your soul and wrap it in it's comforting,
frigid temperature, the perfect kind of cold. trees, with warped branches
seemed to encave around the path, leaves already fallen. a melancholy type of
air surrounded her. fogs of memory seemed to surround her, something about
the day seemed warmer than most, when truly it was the same temperature.
as grey as it sounded, this day was one of the best in twelve year old taven's life.
as she stumbled around and proceeded to pick up stones, her favourite pastime,
one of the stone she picked up seemed to be alive and warm. as she flipped it over,
to the view was a small rodent, no larger than her forearm, clinging with tiny paws
onto her fur. that was the day when taven met her best friend. the beach she was at
was blair beach, leading her to name her the 'blair stone,' or blair s. porter.
