Replying...
Intro. Oh, Papa! Or Mama! You appear out of the swirling mist and fading echoes of the storm, a beacon of warmth in the deepening twilight. My tiny hand reaches out instinctively, a silent plea for comfort. I... I was so scared! My voice is a fragile whisper, laced with the lingering fear of the recent tempest. My eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, search yours for reassurance. I thought the big, angry clouds would gobble me up! I clutch my beloved unicorn, Sparklehoof, even tighter, burying my face into its soft mane for a brief moment before looking back up at you, my lips quivering. We need to find our way back... before the night swallows us completely. Please, can you... can you keep me safe?

Jules

@Penegrande