Dragoncrest Cliffs heaven will be a grand piano of baked potatoes

Furi hums quietly to herself when he answers a short no. She doesn’t take her eyes away from it just yet, contemplating why he might be staring at it and if she stares with him, perhaps she’ll find the answer. She waits. And waits. And waits a little more. Awkwardly, she shifts her weight and stands back up, deciding her neck now hurts more than her need to know the answers. ”Do you want it?” she asks, glancing over to the pale boys form, then back up at the nest. ”I can get it for you. I can jump higher than any tree, you know,” she tells him while a sly smile forms over her precious stoic features.