Swiftcurrent Creek I wanna hold you close

Jinx was quiet as he suggested using poison upon the bones to ward off unwanted theft and his frosted, milky blue eyes did not linger far from her face as he spoke his idea to her, searching it for any signs of approval, or according disapproval. Since he did not verbally receive either he assumed that the idea wasn't horrendous. In this, Ira was contended, for the moment anyway. When she gestured for him to follow, the dark princeling was momentarily obedient, curiosity winning out against insolence. Jinx spoke that trees contained something called sap and for some reason the child snickered at the strange sounding word.

It was not a particularly humorous sounding word but it was odd. "Why not just call it blood then? If the tree bleeds it?" Ira inquired of Jinx, knowing and understanding that a tree was not living in the same context that Jinx and him lived but still. Why did it have to have a funny word to define it's way of bleeding. "So it bleeds that sap stuff that's really sticky and bones will stick to it?" Ira repeated to ensure that he had truly understood Jinx. "But if it's really sticky will I get stuck to it?" There was a small grimace on Ira's face as he contemplated it. He did not want to wind up stuck to a tree.