Larksong Grotto Train Wreck

Tapat felt much better as he felt the warmth of his brother and from his mother. The pale son also started to listen with excitement. He loved story time too, because for him the story was different every time. He didn't remember what had been told to him at story time. The young boy hummed. His mother was the best. She was super strong and this only confirmed that she was the strongest. Same for daddy, he was super strong too. He didn't know about the others so therefor they were the best in his eyes.

Tapat kept his eyes on his mother, bit breathless with the excitement of the story. When she asked Tapat glanced from the cover of his eyes at his brother who quickly replied. "Yes!," he chirped after his brother, not sure if it was the right answer but Tapat was more than entertained already. The pain was slowly forgotten as he emerged himself in the story. "Was hapweend?" he asked, eager to know more.