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Aure sloshed back through the shallows and lowered herself before him, capturing Dragomir's attention just in time to completely unload on him. To his credit, the boy did his very best to listen and understand, but less than halfway through her speech his attention began to wane. There was a dragonfly flitting over the rippling surface of the water, pausing here and there to hover before jetting forward to capture another smaller fly in its mandibles. Aurewën went on talking while Dragomir's hazel eyes lazily followed the sapphire blue of its long body until it disappeared and he snapped back to attention.

Even if he had been paying attention, there was no way he would understand much of what his dam said. There was too much metaphor and suggestion, and as it turned out, Dragomir was a little of his mother but a lot more of his father when it came to being straightforward. He was also a young child and, like most young children, he found adults talking to be a little dry. He would grow up to be a bit cryptic himself, but not nearly so much as Aure, and not nearly so wordy. Thanks dad.

He did catch some of it, however, and his frown deepened with misunderstanding. Mountains aren't water, he half-asked, half-stated. What did she mean by needing to walk through water to cross mountains? No matter, she was coaxing him to the water again. He swallowed thickly and, despite not understanding a whole lot of what she'd told him, he stepped forward until his paws were awash in lake water. He might not comprehend the significance that Aure gave to water, but he knew he was one step closer to conquering this lake and returning to his adventurous game, and that was enough to make his tail wiggle with excitement.