Swiftcurrent Creek come out of your cave walking on your hands

lakshmi, meri beti, meri jaan, aditya cooed to the girl who'd come to greet him, nuzzling against her soft down. kaisi ho, chhoti chiriya? he then turned to stone, beckoning the boy forward while laying down on his belly, forepaws outstretched. ao, anand, ao. mere paas ao.

of the two, brook was much more outgoing, talkative, social. stone preferred to hang behind, waiting for his sister to assess the situation before jumping in himself. he wondered where the introversion came from; both he and dawn, while able to be reserved, skewed more toward brook's bold nature. he supposed some of grayday's family, like shale, had exhibited these kind of traits.

aditya stared lovingly at their baby blue eyes, wondering how soon they would change color and what hue they would take on (if they would, at all).