Stone Circle the branches have traded their leaves

help me I don't know how children talk.

Then and there, Clary decided she liked this man, and as a show of her acceptance, she hummed her content and settled against him, but not before returning his nose with a flash of a kiss. "A'right!" She repeated with a wide grin and lapsed into the comfortable rasp of his tongue against her fur. His movements felt quick and hurried, sure different than mama's, but interesting. Almost squirm-worthy - and a quiver rippled her shoulder. She giggled at the strange sensation.

"Feels tickly!" She said through the dance of her laugh, but she didn't move away. Instead, she closed her eyes and took in the strangely unpleasant and enjoyable feeling, shifting here and there when he reached a particularly ticklish spot (behind her ears seemed most effective), all while silently planning to simultaneously hide this revelation from her siblings, and figure out if they were tickly there, too.

These thoughts spun her mind, but her mouth ran a mile a minute, in part made possible by his preoccupation with licking her dry. "I seens you wif Stephie, did ya know? An I think - 'he's nice!' An I think, 'he's Stephie friend, but why not all our friend', and I say, I say 'hullo' an if he say 'hullo' back, then he wants you as friend. An' if not, then you still be his friend, kay?" She caught her breath, and finished, "I didn' say 'hullo', an' you didn' say 'hullo', but you friend now, kay?"