Stone Circle little einstens

Charlie — it sounded so soft and caring, much unlike anything Charles had heard anyone call him. Where his nickname for her was kinda cool and ghetto, 'Charlie' made him sound like some sorta gentleman. Kinda funny to think about.

The stick was for him, apparently, and he blinked as she said that everything would be his. While she was gone? Charles' tail drooped, though he didn't consciously realise that he was doing that. You're gonna be gone? Even 'Charleets stick haven' -- which he did suppose was a pretty cool name -- didn't cheer him right back up. Well, he supposed it depended on how long she'd be gone.

Then she asked him if he wanted to come with, and his large ears perked up. Yes! he said, a little too quick. Regaining his cool, he added some questions to pretend like he wasn't sure yet: Where are you going? How long will it be? The thought of leaving Easthollow was actually something that he hadn't really thought of seriously before, but now that it was posed he suddenly felt very strongly and positively for it -- he would love to get away from his snappy mother and he didn't have any other friends except for Leta, anyway.