Stone Circle dancin's what clears my soul

The question that he posed wasn't very specific a question. The tone was all to indicate it, but mostly, Nikai just enjoyed babbling and showing off his words. He tilted his head with a questioning, serious look on his face as the adult started to talk. He listened, though he didn't specifically see the words as words. They were more like puzzles to him, pieces that together formed something. He liked the way they sounded when he spoke them, but he liked them even more when others did.

With a cheerful smile he repeated, "Filows!" unaware that he was saying anyone's name. He glanced at Steady and Valette expectantly, hoping that they had heard his words and would be happy for them, then looking back at the adult as he spoke again — sharing another story of his life — and hoping for another interesting reply. "Oonie dis was diddle 'n missaws!" The excitement in his voice grew near the end, as though he told the end of a very exciting story, and he looked at the adult with big bright eyes filled with expectation.