The sun hung high and merciless in the azure sky, a stark contrast to the cool, shadowy archives of the -ENarane- dimension. For Goat-chan, however, the heat was merely a data point, not a discomfort.
“They said,” Goat-Chan interrupted, her voice dropping to a gravelly low that made a nearby seagull abort its landing, “many things. They say the sun is warm. They say the breeze is gentle. They do not see the GrimGrim.” Goat-Chan At The Beach -ENarane- GrimGrim-
Prominent horns and soft, tufted ears that contrast with a human-like expressive face. The sun hung high and merciless in the