Nova Peak before i tumble homeward.

Bazi certainly enjoyed poking at him. And it seemed to happen often while he was trying to take a nap. Of course, that state of being encompassed about 50% of his life, so that wasn't really surprising. Still, Whit wasn't growing any less bothered by it each time it happened.

With a grunt, the chubby boy awoke. He turned his head to blink blearily at his mother, his jaws parting in a wide yawn that shook his entire body and sent chills down his spine. Words were still beyond him, but the opening of his ears had begun to alter the sounds of his rumblings into pseudo-words such as mrrrrgh and bawrrrawrrr - both of which he used then to inform his mother that he rather preferred she not poke at him at that moment as he was trying to enjoy the afternoon sunlight and if she could please turn her attention to one of her more energetic and needy children, he would be ever so appreciative.