Sawtooth Spire do you love me?

A handsome grey boy passed soon enough, and she eyed him with an archaic smile reminiscent of Greek sculpture, pleasant and wholly forced. He didn't seem to be in a great mood, though, she considered at the sound of his tiny grumbles and growls. Star bent down, lowering herself to his level. What's got you down? For she wasn't one for baby talk, and had no intention of working to amuse him- he would grow into an adult like everyone else, and ought to be treated with the expectations of one.