05-21-2020, 11:49 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]★ — The meteorite had been a scary experience for Maggie. Neither she nor anyone else she knew had experienced something of that caliber, and although she had been one of the few to remain uninjured, she knew that many other creatures were suffering as a result of the atmospheric invader's aftereffects. There had been a lot of projects going on recently in an attempt to try to recover, and though she was too young to help out most of the time, it seemed that Michael's present task was something that would actually be doable for the tyke.
She wasn't allowed in the jungle, a consequence of both her young age and the tarantula bite she had sustained the last time she ventured in by herself. She knew this fact, but like a child often does, she did not listen. And besides, if Michael was around, then she'd be fine. Hopefully. The girl not-so-secretly stalked her uncle through the jungle, keeping low so as to avoid being noticed but often failing miserably. It was a wonder that Michael had not noticed her.
The cub only emerged once she saw him twist his paw as a result of a misplaced step. She'd probably get in trouble for being out here, but her concern for the male trumped every sense that told her to remain hidden. "What happened, Uncle Mikey?" she asked innocently of the male, eyeing his injured paw with lavender hues. Her gaze flicked to the hole that Michael had dug in order to plant one of the herb sprouts. "Can I... can I help?" she would then inquire of the bobcat.
She wasn't allowed in the jungle, a consequence of both her young age and the tarantula bite she had sustained the last time she ventured in by herself. She knew this fact, but like a child often does, she did not listen. And besides, if Michael was around, then she'd be fine. Hopefully. The girl not-so-secretly stalked her uncle through the jungle, keeping low so as to avoid being noticed but often failing miserably. It was a wonder that Michael had not noticed her.
The cub only emerged once she saw him twist his paw as a result of a misplaced step. She'd probably get in trouble for being out here, but her concern for the male trumped every sense that told her to remain hidden. "What happened, Uncle Mikey?" she asked innocently of the male, eyeing his injured paw with lavender hues. Her gaze flicked to the hole that Michael had dug in order to plant one of the herb sprouts. "Can I... can I help?" she would then inquire of the bobcat.