Kimba

Another moment and she may have lost her sight. The blinding ire of a summer sun made her feel dizzy. Polka dotted, spinning spots floated about her head. Twirling as she may to follow them, Kimba wayward stepped into her father's outstretched arms. -Be alert, my darling. - he whispered into her ear. In his grasp, she could be at ease. His gentle clutch to his beloved daughter was a feat for the imposing man: a combination of muscle and grit, battle hardiness and diligence.