
The pale coloured goddess walked along the swampy ground, using her wings to lift her over the puddles and the truly messy portions of the ground. Her hare familiar was not as lucky, bouncing over the puddles. Atiya's paws were absolutely filthy with dirt though, and his usually white fur was a messy brown.
"Why are we here?" He whined up at the goddess.
Aspasia giggled at the disgruntled look on the male's face. "We're exploring, Atiya," she explained simply, before reaching down and picking the hare up by his ribbon. She fluttered her wings and they flew about a foot off the ground.
The outcry that came from the hare was almost a shriek. "Put me down!" Atiya screamed. "Hare's are not meant to fly!"
Aspasia laughed and gently lowered the male back down to the ground. "Then don't complain about the dirt!"
Seaki

Chozi was honestly tired. He had never felt this exhausted in his life, and he just felt more exhausted by the moment. The drought had taken it's toll on the small cheeton's body. He hadn't eaten during the drought - not as much as he should have, anyway, but now he couldn't seem to keep down any food he took in.