Dragoncrest Cliffs heaven will be a grand piano of baked potatoes

The silence continued long enough for Artaax to wonder if she had somehow managed to puzzle her way into understanding why he was staring so intently at an empty nest. It didn't seem like, but it also seemed unlikely that she would continue to sit there and not ask any further questions. Before he came to the point where he broke the silence himself, words spilled from her tongue once again. He took in a slow, deep breath at her first question, but held it when she continued shortly after.

Only after the girl finished speaking did Artaax lower his muzzle and turn to look at her, brows furrowed in thoughtful confusion. "You can jump higher than trees?" he repeated, his inflection remaining almost flat even though he meant it as a question.