Bearclaw Valley Did you know that midgets make up a small percentage of the population?

indra was pulled back from her quiet trance by the gentle and rhythmic nudging of lucas -- her eyes seemed to snap back into place, and she peered down at the piebald boy with the most bemused of expressions. even she, who was not much of an imaginative creature, could see plainly the beat that captured him -- she marveled at the cleanness of the metronome he kept, and how impenetrable and unrockable his world seemed.

earnestly, she hoped it never changed.

her tongue tucked back into her mouth and she stretched out alongside lucas' rocking form, her long limbs held before her and her claws poking out from tufts of fiery red fur. her nub of a tail started to thump of its own accord, keeping in beat alongside the infant boy's silent song.