Blacktail Deer Plateau Rewrite your history

Aningan peered down at her and nodded. “Yeah, they’re pretty,” he said. “It’s like having the ocean right here with us.” Having the three sisters together made it even better, too—the varying shades of blue mimicked the ocean perfectly, spread through the gazes of the trio. When she returned the sentiment, he said, “Thanks!” He liked his eyes pretty well, too. They were great for seeing things.

His tail wagged a little quicker following her approval. “I think your language is more difficult,” he admitted. “But it sounds nice. I’d like to learn more!” The more she taught him, the more he could teach her; although his dream of someday being able to communicate with her solely in his language—or hers—was hard to ignore, he knew it wasn’t likely to come true. But a boy could hope.