Sleeping Dragon And I'll undress

For several long moments, the boy had worked more on moba, trying to say it just the same as he'd heard it. Despite the simplicity of the word, however, he'd struggled with it. Frustration had threatened to settle into his composure, but quickly had it been shoved away before snagging hold of him. If he didn't get it then, then he could always keep trying, which was exactly what he'd done. Life was all about trial and error and, with him being a child, he didn't get deterred by failure. It was pushed past with the intentions of being overcome, the notion of quitting altogether being far away from his thoughts.

When he'd heard another voice—it wasn't like any of the ones that he was used to hearing—was when he'd gone mute, looking up at the female with an expression that clearly said I wasn't doing anything. Caught during one of his self-lessons, he froze, watching her and waiting for what was to come next. Had he been heard? No matter, Hvit would definitely need to find a new spot to retreat to in the days to come.