DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

The call of her name would cause her ears to prick, just at the entrance at one of the jungles, so she only barely heard it. She was unsure if it was something that was actually said at all, but it had seemed as if Michael had been calling her name from the beaches, so the tigress decided to push the camera from her face and let it hang from its lanyard around her neck as she turned her body to move towards where she thought she'd heard the sound. She lifts her head, letting her nose guide her to where she could sense Michael, and a few others at this point. They were discussing something, though what she couldn't tell at this point. Whatever it was, they didn't seem pleased, which would cause a slight anxiety to bubble in her stomach as she grew closer, body tensing.

The tigress looked over the others, before her eyes would fall upon the note, moving closer to read it. A frown forms upon her features, gaze shifting to the ground as her body now tenses further. Goldie could feel something twist inside her chest at the thought of him leaving because he was unhappy. She didn't understand it. She couldn't figure out who she was, not alone, and not even with help, but at least being surrounded by others made her feel safer. Being alone was scary, confusing. She didn't understand how someone would leave so they could figure something out on their own. Had she done something wrong? Was he upset with her? Should she have said more to him? She didn't know. Her body turns, still staring at the ground. Tears could be seen forming in her eyes, no words being uttered. Was she a terrible mother?