Post by Red on Aug 23, 2012 23:24:45 GMT -5
Water gentally touched Red's hand. Her odd fearof not being afriad of water, but afriad of rivers. She liked to feel the water ripple up. It was night, but this was the only time she could come out and play at the coast. It was easier to hide that way. The stars gleamed. She liked the night, seemed more soothing then day. Not seeing as much rush. It was perfect.
