How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

The Hearth part -6

Fontaine was a nation of a rather unpredictable climate, one either spent their days in a dry weather from the hot winds coming from either the deserts of Sumeru or the volcanic mountains of Natlan or the humid proximity with the ocean brought with it weeks and weeks on end of rain.

True, normal days were possible, but it mostly depended in which season of the year one stood in, and on the wind itself.

Which was why, even under the heavy toll of a particular hot day a soft breeze blew gently over the tree tops and the bushes of Fontaine, from the city to the landscapes around it, carrying with it a much desired cold stream of air.

Birds sang and flew from tree to trees under its cool embrace, leafs floated away as if enthralled by an ethereal dance within the sway of the currents while flowers tried to bloom under the brief, yet never ending strays of light punching through cups of the trees into the ground proper.

The heat was a bothersome thing for the creatures of nature as it was for the common people in their homes, and while the common people had technology to make due for it, the common wild animal could only try to hide under the shadows cast around them.

However, none had it easier than the small looking otters swimming in peace in every body of water bereft of the attention of people.

Floating gently in the calm waters of the lake and with their eyes closed most of the fluffy creatures appeared to be deeply asleep, letting the rummage of the waters carry them around.

Softly rocking them back and forth as if they were been held aloft by mother nature in a silent lullaby..

All...but one.

A small, smooth white haired head poking out from the depths of the lake before it made its way through the pristine waters instead of joining the rest of its kind, instead choosing to take a step on some rocks at the very edge of the pond they all where.

Small, cute looking paws carefully palming before fully stepping over the rough surfaces while the other held tightly a small shell. However, nothing deterred the otter from slowly making its way to the highest point of elevation, leaning its head down on the warm surface after hours of contact with sunlight.

Purring in delight and it started to play with the-

"Gotcha..!"

The sound of a flash could heard soon after the gentle yet decisive press of a button, the turquoise eyes of a small girl gleaming with anticipation as the flash easily captured the image of the small looking creature.

Charlotte could not help but smile at the product of her patience.

Another outstanding success.

Startled first by the momentarily flash of light and then the thump like sound that followed it, the Otter squealed cutely in confusion, its diminutive eyes blinking twice before it swiftly dived back into the safety of the crystal waters around it

Though not after a different shot from somewhere else caught the creature midway the attempt, capturing the movement its body started to hit the waters in time.

A few seconds later Charlotte came out from her hiding spot.

The pink haired girl slowly approaching the edge of the lake as she watched with no small smile at the otter resurface and swim back to its friends somewhere further away, the cute little things nudging and rubbing their noses with one another as it to welcome their friend before they set sail into deeper waters.

All while small smooth paws paddled the water away

"Gosh, they are so cute...." She squealed softly with stars in those pretty turquoise eyes of hers.