Isabella dusted off her hands, surveying the almost completed well with a satisfied nod.
She had spent the last thirty minutes barking orders at the men, making sure they knew exactly how to finish the damn thing.
If they followed her instructions right, the well would be done soon enough, hopefully before she lost her mind living in this prehistoric nightmare.
Good. That was one less thing to worry about.
As if the universe sensed she deserved a reward, Glimora—her tiny, perfect ball of white fluff—finally stirred from her peaceful nap.
She walked out of Isabella's small hut.
With a sleepy yawn, the little creature stretched, her soft fur gleaming in the fading evening light.
Everyone around them paused just to admire her beauty.
"Ahhh, my perfect little angel!" Isabella cooed, stretching out her arms. The moment Glimora spotted her, she rushed into Isabella's embrace with a happy little chirp.
Isabella giggled, her heart swelling with pure love.
