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Upon the shores of Mura , a four year old sat within the ruined embankments of a sand castle vigorously trying to push the wet soil back into a semblance of order with her small wooden shovel as tears trickled down her cheeks. As much as any konti girl liked the waters of the seas, the crashing of ocean waves against her creation was quickly becoming a source of stress for the little girl. Asada had spent an hour and a half, building the castle with a bucket her mother had provided, happily singing to herself all the while as she ventured to carry back and forth from the ocean the bucket for water to harden the sands.
Carrying the bucket had been hard for the little girl to manage, and Asada's mother had offered more then once offered to help her. But that politely offered assistance had indelicately refused with a staunch young girl's will of 'wanting to do things herself.'
Many trips had been necessary, and her little arms strained from the process, but soon enough Asada's sand castle had taken shape. Building its walls, and minarets, shaping windows with the edge of her shovel. All of it was time well spent imagining a bit of knights on horses coming and going from its gates on pressing matters as they ventured off to slay glassbeaks, and monsters.
Her mother asked if she wanted to go for a swim with, which had been answered by a definite "no" as she continued building her little world. The child's mind noticed little of things around her except for a promise to her mother not to swim until she got back. Blissfully forgetting the pasage of time, uncaring about the sand which got into her hair, the girl's imagination had let itself run wild.
Until the waves came in to ruin her fun!
Asada's meticulously constructed walls were falling now, and as much as she tried to stop it her efforts were for naught against laviku's swells! The sight of her castle being invaded by the watery murk of seaweed strands and a clamped shells of abelone's had been enough for a small frown to grace her features. But the final straw had been when a wave took her bucket from her out to sea even though she had her shovel still in hand.
It seemed that laviku was toying with her that day, as the bucket did not sink, but rather bobbed like a cork in the tide. Asada knew if she lost the bucket her mother would be furious... and worse she wouldn't be allowed back to the beach for weeks. But if she went out to swim for it, and was caught or got in trouble then her mother would be angry as well.
That was when the waterworks had started.
The four year old, Asada sniffled as she wiped tears off her cheeks as she wondered what to do...
Upon the shores of Mura , a four year old sat within the ruined embankments of a sand castle vigorously trying to push the wet soil back into a semblance of order with her small wooden shovel as tears trickled down her cheeks. As much as any konti girl liked the waters of the seas, the crashing of ocean waves against her creation was quickly becoming a source of stress for the little girl. Asada had spent an hour and a half, building the castle with a bucket her mother had provided, happily singing to herself all the while as she ventured to carry back and forth from the ocean the bucket for water to harden the sands.
Carrying the bucket had been hard for the little girl to manage, and Asada's mother had offered more then once offered to help her. But that politely offered assistance had indelicately refused with a staunch young girl's will of 'wanting to do things herself.'
Many trips had been necessary, and her little arms strained from the process, but soon enough Asada's sand castle had taken shape. Building its walls, and minarets, shaping windows with the edge of her shovel. All of it was time well spent imagining a bit of knights on horses coming and going from its gates on pressing matters as they ventured off to slay glassbeaks, and monsters.
Her mother asked if she wanted to go for a swim with, which had been answered by a definite "no" as she continued building her little world. The child's mind noticed little of things around her except for a promise to her mother not to swim until she got back. Blissfully forgetting the pasage of time, uncaring about the sand which got into her hair, the girl's imagination had let itself run wild.
Until the waves came in to ruin her fun!
Asada's meticulously constructed walls were falling now, and as much as she tried to stop it her efforts were for naught against laviku's swells! The sight of her castle being invaded by the watery murk of seaweed strands and a clamped shells of abelone's had been enough for a small frown to grace her features. But the final straw had been when a wave took her bucket from her out to sea even though she had her shovel still in hand.
It seemed that laviku was toying with her that day, as the bucket did not sink, but rather bobbed like a cork in the tide. Asada knew if she lost the bucket her mother would be furious... and worse she wouldn't be allowed back to the beach for weeks. But if she went out to swim for it, and was caught or got in trouble then her mother would be angry as well.
That was when the waterworks had started.
The four year old, Asada sniffled as she wiped tears off her cheeks as she wondered what to do...
