Golden Glade morbid stuff

the moment of hurt and suffering is quickly forgotten, as is the way for small children. more interesting is his father's face: orr squints at his wide-eyed expression for a long moment, trying to decipher the mix of visual cues his young eyes can process. the question - whatcha gonna do? does not mean anything to him, other than it is directed at him, and there is some expectation of - something in return.

"do," orr echoes, and latches his small mouth around one of his father's large toes, gnawing lazily.