Silvertip Mountain Zhavvi does not cry.

Mason had succeeded in obtaining the interest once more. Not usually one to snatch the limelight, he couldn’t help himself on this occasion. He grinned at his Dad when Zavv- no, Zaria, said she wanted to learn the game.  Fitz explained in summary and then turned an affectionate gaze on his son, whose tail thumped, clearly assuming his Dad thought it was a great idea.

It was an easier game to learn through play, he agreed. With a thrill of excitement, Mason cast around for something nearby that would be easy for Zaria to guess. “I spy with my little eye, something beginning with F” a wink towards his Dad let him in on the secret, and then the game was afoot.