Dawnlark Plains how long can i survive with this mentality

aditya was taken aback when eventide abruptly rolled off, toddling away and moping. eyes flashing with concern, he sat up, head cocked. "arrey, bachcha," he called out to the boy. "i'm sorry, ty. i should have asked. how do you want to play?"

he should have asked. this was eventide, not one of his more snuggly siblings. a brawny boy, through and through. adi got to his feet and wandered a few paces, finding a stick and taking it between his teeth. he held it straight out, careful not to trip and inadvertently impale himself--fine example to set for the boy, there.

"bahadur," he mumbled through the wood in his mouth, grinning. he waggled the stick to and fro, enticing him to come forward. aditya dropped it at his paws, head tilted in inquiry. "tug of war?" he didn't know if the boy knew what it meant, but perhaps he'd take the meaning with physical cues.