Emberwood Summer on my side

Lavender was enjoying this trip a lot. Sometimes it was boring, one of the adults would pick her up and carry her, and she would have no choice which way or what she looked at. She wanted to investigate and sniff everything she came across, and when she was held like a sack of flour, she couldn't very well investigate. But then there were the other times where they let her walk. She would wag that stump of a tail and bound to every tree, silently checking them out with a smile on her face.

Now she sat next to her dad, snuggled up close to his leg. He opened his mouth to speak to the group, and she looked up at him to watch his mouth as he did so. She mimicked the shapes his mouth made, pretending like she was speaking along with him. Feeeling. She said in response to his question.