Shadewood we are made of starstuff

the comfort of his position could not have been described by one so young. it was evident that he did not understand the world had equal parts terrible and beautiful that existed within it. time would share these things with the young deku. it would not be until he was much older that he would witness what the wilds really had to offer him.
 
when she spoke, he could feel her voice as it vibrated through her chest. it was both peculiar and delightful as a sensation. deku lifted his weak head upward and peeped a tiny noise. it would have been easy to say that there was happiness in his features. the sweet blind child had felt his mother’s voice long before he had heard it, and that was magic in itself.