“NUUU.” The child argued without truly understanding what he was arguing. He just liked saying ‘no’. Even though he really didn’t understand anything as complex as the ramifications that were often tied to the word. It was easy to say, even in baby babble. and that was the simple facts of it. His ears twitched a bug buzzed by it, brushing the tip of it with it’s spindly legs, the culprit: a metallic blue dragon fly that was as fascinated with the child as he was momentarily fascinated with it. It’s shimmering body, the rapid beat of it’s wings, the soft noise it made before he did zigzag and darted off. Ein watched it fly until it was a teeny tiny smudge before it disappeared into the foliage all together.
Well. That was short lived, but was probably good for the child because his attention span wasn’t very trained yet and tended to go from one thing to another with the rapid blink of an eye. He squirmed at the touch of his mother’s cool nose against his warm side, only to let out a noise when her whiskers tickled him before he let out a shrieking giggle when she blew on his side, the fur fanning out in the small area before he leaned into her nuzzle, giving her a tiny lick on her nose which was wet, like his tongue, he discovered in amazement.
