Calisí;
"I'm bored," I say to the baby squirrel in my hand.
I stare up through the branches above me, and I watch the leaves dance in the wind.
I sigh, as I let one of my legs dangle from the branch I'm lying on, and just as I let the kit go, I hear hooves.
I turn my face in the direction of the sound, and I see a man riding a horse, with a massive carriage behind him.
I stare at the marking on his skin, and I can tell that he is from the tiger clan.
The carriage passes under me, and I roll my eyes and turn back to the sky as a fat man and his boring-looking carriage don't interest me.
I lift my hand and stare at the back of my slender fingers and my gorgeous, pointy, purple nails.
I press the pad of my thumb against one of my nails, and I stare in fascination as the nail pierces my skin. I pull my thumb away, and I watch my blood trickle out of it.
I smile, but stop when I sense something. I instantly look back at the carriage and it stops a little distance away.
