Sun Mote Copse sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions

deku felt quite bad for being bothersome when their leader wasn’t feeling well. his eyes fluttered softly and he lowered his head apologetically. “please, i don’t want to be bothersome to you or your leader,” the small boy commented to wraen. she was so lovely to him and he did not wish to become a burden so soon. though his life had not been long, the starchaser wanted only to bring good things to those around him.
 
wraen did not seem too swayed, though. she even encouraged the song that he had offered at the beginning of their conversation. deku’s dejected expression shifted drastically to reflect a broad smile and a glittering from the depths of his silver gaze. “okay! this is one my momma would sing,” deku told her proudly. with a nervous grunt to try and clear his throat, deku looked up to wraen and sang a soft song in his mother’s native tongue: Japanese.