prompt seven
Caleb deftly ducked underneath a vine that was hanging slightly too low, keeping his tail close as he studied the fragment of the map. A whole section dedicated to merkals! Maybe there’d be more exotic creatures living there too. A flower caught the kalon’s eye, and he hurried over to snap a picture. It was a delicate bloom- thin, almost translucent white petals that shimmered gently in the soft green light that filtered in through the tree tops. Caleb crouched uncomfortably to get a good angle for the photo, nearly pressed into the soft earth. He tried not to think about ants crawling into his fur and waiting until the right moment to bite him. Nope, he was perfectly fine.
This continued on. Caleb would meander along the path, taking in the scenery, find some pretty thing or another, and get distracted while taking photos (his favorite was one he managed to snap of a brightly colored bird taking flight). He’d take some of the flora back if he could to show Klarissa, but he feared it wouldn’t turn out so well for the plants.
Finally, finally, Caleb made his way out to the cove as the sun was getting low in the sky, snapping a few last pictures. That’s when he heard a splash in the waters, and he finally took notice of the sparkling scales littering the shore.
It seemed almost as if they were expecting him. [239]







Leave it to fawkes to get stuck somewhere



