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The smaller she made herself the better he felt; the more she spoke, the less sense she made. At the mention of the sky he looked up at it, expecting the colors to shift as she explained, but nothing happened. It didn't occur to little Reyes that the sky was only ever one color - he was not outside the den enough to notice, but in the days to come he'd make sure to keep his eyes heavenward.

As the girl adjusted herself Reyes took notice of a strange bulbous thing she was tugging on. It looked like one of the weird plants that the sea sometimes washed ashore; someone had deposited a kelp bulb near the den for the children at some point, and that's what he compared it to. Forgetting about the conversation for a second or two, the boy boldly lunged for the pitcher and made to grab at it with his needle teeth, wondering if it would pop like the salty kelp toy.