Arrow Lake And strange thoughts that in no way occurred to anyone

Bumped up to April 21st.

The days plodded on, as they were wont to do, and Dragomir continued to grow and explore his surroundings. His dream realities were all but gone now, whisked away on the winds of change as his mind began to shrink. He would always have an excellent imagination, but there was only so much that one mind could handle, and external stimuli had quickly taken the place of internal wondering. That left Dragomir firmly rooted in reality, where he spent his time chasing his sister in the thicket, eating larger and larger portions of chewed up meat, and learning.

Sometime in the morning, Dragomir's ears popped. He didn't really notice it when it happened besides blinking and looking around himself, but hours later, the sounds began to grow louder. It was like coming down in an airplane and waiting for your hearing to clear up, only it was much more drawn out for him. It felt sudden, however, arriving with a titter of birdsong; he was racing around the thicket on sturdy legs, tumbling every now and then when he started going too fast and his hindquarters tried to move past his shoulders, when suddenly a sharp trill made him halt in place. He wobbled there, frozen, and for the first time his ears—now larger and more triangular than the nubs he'd had when he was born—perked up to listen.