Sleeping Dragon this one is for the chewed up

There was more nonsensical adult babble that was easy for Eske to tune out though it was the approach of another blurry shadow that caused the grounder princess to let out a gurgle that cut off her wails for sure (or rather, for the moment at least) and she let out a small chirp of a noise and wiggled away from Gyda, her singular minded path being Wildfire. She heard Wildfire's voice but understood her about as much as the adults likely understood her — which was to say not a lick. This inability to communicate was highly frustrating to Eske but she didn't focus upon it as the big, red blur babbled to her. Wildfire was a curiosity as far as Eske was concerned who presently couldn't really answer the flame kissed woman's questions. She gave another small gurgle that Wildfire could take however she wanted — for all intents and purposes it was up to interpretation. The truth was: Eske hadn't liked the strange and foreign shapes that had appeared from what appeared magically out of thin air to the Grounder Princess. They'd been there all along, of course but Eske had yet to make that connection, and thus couldn't understand that it was she that had changed and that, relatively speaking, everything else had stayed the same. For the ease of it all: it was their fault. “gah!” Eske cooed as she crawled her way towards Wildfire though it was a slow progression, admittedly.