Ack, it's nearly on the second page.
Okay, I've decided that these kind of Steef only have two legs. I figured it would be impossible for the Steef to do certain things, and I just thought of this.
Here's another character's point of view, and anyone who's seen my art, they'll know her.
The cool and refreshing water swam around a pair of hooves.
Life burst through the environment, birds sung beautifully, plants grew high and green, the sunlight feeding their hunger.
Anette looked up, and smiled dreamily as her leg fur was cooled off.
Hot sun rays were shining down, even at 6.00am at morning.
All night long Anette had tossed and turned, something bothering her.
It was her father, in some time he'll be going to war.
She had been training to become a nurse, to aid her Steef tribe when they were injured whilst fighting.
She'd been taught powerful healing spells, in case supplies were short. The magic is for a last resort only, and if overused, it could destroy the caster.
"Anette, dear?" a voice called.
Anette turned her head, and saw her mother walking through the vine-covered archway leading into the courtyard.
"Yes mother?" she called, as she slipped her legs out of the water.
"I need you to go to the market for me. Andréa is waiting for you, she says she's got something for you." explained her mother.
Andréa was Anette's aunty, who was very fond of her niece, and always had lots of things to pass down to her.
Anette nodded. She hugged her mother, and carried on.
The market was a busy place, Steef women hustled and bustled about the place, carrying baskets of flower and fruit upon their heads. Several stalls stood around the sides, where people sold all kinds of goods.
Anette looked around, looking for her aunt. But there were so many towns-people, it was difficult to discover one single being.
After minutes of searching, Anette heard her name being called. She looked for where it came from, and saw Andreá perched on a bench with a willow planted next to it.
"Hello, my dear!" said Andréa sweetly.
Anette waved and smiled at her aunt. She went sat herself down on the seat.
"Right, I said I'd got something for you." Andréa reminded her niece.
The Steef pulled something golden from her blue shirt pocket, it glimmered in her hand.
Anette sat patiently, waiting to see what the item was.
"This, was your grandmother's..." stated Andréa, and she opened her hand, and on her palm was a beautiful golden locket.
One could see their face reflected on its shiny surface.
"I-it's wonderful!" gasped Anette, in awe.
Andréa beamed. "And it's all yours!"
Anette clasped her locket happily. "What's inside?" she asked, and attempted to open the artifact. It was like it was locked together with glue.
"No one could ever pry it open. It's a complete mystery..." Andréa said finally. "Mother was always a secret-keeper..."