Dragoncrest Cliffs clocks on the wall talk to watches on the wrist

val laughed, for it was usually him that did such booping. his nose retracted gently, careful not to upend the tot which now balanced precariously upon him.

whoa there, he cautioned, feeling the instinctive urge to helicopter. he kept it at bay, instead opting to remain eye level for little thibault.

it was best he did so, for the boy leaned forth again - how much was of his own volition val did not know. he licked thibault’s cheek and pulled away with a grin. think you’ll need to work on your balance before we go exploring, maybe. he peered down at thibault, who now had made objective of climbing his head.