10-22-2020, 08:27 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width:400px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;"]A soft purr left the child's throat as her mother licked the top of her head, and Alia would look over to the adult, watching as she carved into the top of the pumpkin to take the top off. It fascinated her, the smells that came from the pumpkins that were being cut into, and she liked it. When Aphra asked her if she needed help with anything, the child would think for a moment only to shake her head soon after. "I don't think so," She would offer, "I don't know what I would put into the pumpkin if it got cut, so I'm just gonna paint it." It was something she wouldn't need help with, though she realized now that she should have grabbed a paint brush.
Standing up to quickly grab the paint brush as well as finally some paints - black, blue, and white - she would jump out of the way of falling pumpkins, quickly rushing back to her spot so she could work on making the bat she was going to paint on.
Standing up to quickly grab the paint brush as well as finally some paints - black, blue, and white - she would jump out of the way of falling pumpkins, quickly rushing back to her spot so she could work on making the bat she was going to paint on.