The Sunspire got up before dawn, went down to the racetrack

again wraen's words largely find no call-response within his developing mind -- except for dad, which makes him chirp happily, echoing "da'! gelman!" at her in pleasant babbling tones. he's dropped his wing again in talking and whines, pausing to take grasp of it again -- this time he's able to get his baby teeth into a decent grip and drags it closer, stumbling a little but eventually he's able to drop it near her feet. pleased with himself he flops back onto his butt, wiggling excitedly and raising his tiny paws to announce "than'u!" once again.