Deepwood Weald i kissed a frog at midnight so he sang me a lullaby

Marruz's ear flicked at the male's words. Being in good spirits from the starry presence, however, the boy was willing to let the first retort that came to his mind dissolve on his lips. Instead, he shifted and resumed his phlegmatic disposition; tenebrous pelt shimmering an odd, crepuscular blue.

When he was satisfied that the stranger was well aware of the ineffectual impact of what he said, Marruz shrugged. "I taught myself," he replied flatly. "And I would consider my 'way with words' to be far from lovely." And while his second statement was true, the former was only half a shroud, for in reality it had been his mother who had first shown him the secrets of the dark.