Two Rivers Isle Mother knows best... Most of the time

Pyro giggled lightly at Malice's response. It was funny thinking that his mother had a mother of her own, he'd never been explained the life cycle or been talked the talk. He was discovering the world piece by piece, and each was more interesting and complicated than the last.

Mom gave Pyro yet one more reason to worship stars as they are. Each one of them, all pretty, all bright, were there for one who passed away, and the brighter the star, the purer the heart. Pyro was still not old enough to grasp the concept of life and death, or even get  what the purity of the heart was all about, but this story gave him a reason not to fear death. He just wanted his star to shine the brightest. "Which one is your mom?" he asked curiously, trying to find the brightest of them all.

Pyro was not sad anymore because his mom wasn't either. She explained that tears were also for happy moments, and made him realize that he'd made some happy tears himself. He giggled again, remembering the image of his brother's stump-tail wiggling in the air. Then he hugged his mother strongly. "I love you, mommy" he said, his heart had told him to do so.