Qeya River Dare me

Gangly limbs, over large head. Bobble bobbled by. He found a stick and lowered himself. His gait and form all over the place. Truly comical. But he slunk forward. Truthfully it was more like a barrel rolling forward, but kudos for trying.

He jumped paws and legs all splayed different ways. Teeth hit dirt, then air, then somehow his own paw. Before he caught the stick with a yelp.

He shook his head side to side. So hard he dizzified himself and walked and keeled around in a circle before shaking the stick again.

Bryony perked at her brother’s yelp, scampering over to see about him, only to find that the dizzy boy was having a grand old time shaking around a stick like nothing had happened. She slowed to a stop, tilting her head back and forth. B'yyyy? she questioned him with her own name.

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Rowyn saw his sister coming, but there were two sisters.

He stopped and squinted. Buh? Buh? he had to nsrrow his eyes even further unsure. Finally focusing on just one Byrony.

He spat out the stick and pushed it towards her dripping with spit and snot. Chewed and mushy. But he'd share.