The Last Leaf

Nineave Nineave listened with intent and curiosity. Though Roscorro's family was not blood kin, he spoke of them as if they were. She was anxious to meet Rixen and the others. They all seemed so amazing and she thought that she was miniscule compared to them. The clouds loomed closer in the southern sky, and Nineave knew that she and Roscorro would be soaked by nightfall if they did not find some shelter. Though she loved swimming, rain was not the most appealing subject. Especially since the night she lost her mother. The dark memory flashed in her eyes and for a moment she faltered as they walked along. She returned to the present when Roscorro asked her a very personal question: Where she was from."Well, I originally was born on the Rainforest Cliffs, but I only had lived there for a short while before making my home in the Mangrove tide pools. The Mangroves have really always been my home, and it is hard imagining living somewhere else. A shadow passed over Nineave's eyes. The thought had finally dawned on her, she was moving to live somewhere else, permanently. She no longer felt confident or eager anymore. All she wanted to do was to turn tail and gallop back home. Her mother had told her, before she died, that they would one day move to the tide pools. Living there had always honored her mother, and kept Nineave close to her. A single tear rolled down her soft cheek as she lost herself in a reverie of sorrow. "Talk" Follow your dreams and remember who you are.

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