Neverwinter Forest a tiny island in the sea

She still did not understand, but the more he spoke the happier she appeared. Her smile got bigger and bigger, and she balanced her front end on the branch in order to watch him. Every syllable that he spoke made her tilt her head one way or the other, with her big ears flopping back and forth; and then she loosed a giggle, and thing snowballed from there. Eimear couldn't stop herself - she tittered at every new sound he made, and then began to slur through her own interpretation.

Swee' la-la, bunny'n pee! Cue laughter. Boom-boo bah! This was perhaps the most noise she had ever made, and the majority of it was an uproar of giggles and snorts. Eimear lifted her head as she laughed, spoke, laughed some more, and then managed to unbalance herself and fall backwards in to the dirt again. This time she wasn't stunned by it, but rolled about with her feet kicking the air, and giggled until she gasped for breath.

She wiggled around so that she could look under the branch now, since it was propped up by stones and dirt and from her vantage point beneath it, there was a gap. Her eyes gleamed gold and were filled with mirth as she spied upon him. Dah, wan' hungry. It wasn't quite right, but she hadn't grasped language as readily as her siblings either, due to being a quiet child. But she knew she hadn't had breakfast, and that her parents always brought them things - so now she wondered if he had anything for her.