Welcome to Gaia! ::

The day was peaceful, quiet near the hut. It had been easy for Khamaith to block out the sounds and excitement of the Weyr for the gentle washing of waves at her paws, until the rising tide had begun to soak her claws and sprinkle at her face. A nap, especially with spring beginning to turn the corner once more, had been excellent to try and catch once more. Yet sleep slipped from her, at least making the gold look a bit less pinched and peakish.

With a soft yawn, Khamaith gently shook herself -- the sand that had settled falling away back into the small dunes and sliding to fill the wallow she had dug. It would have been easier to just move away from the rising tide and settle back down to sleep, yet she found her gaze wandering--mind drifting to one so dear.

Baihath? Facets whirling with love, she reached out gently -- not wanting to distract if he may be busy. My darling, might you be free?