Larksong Grotto prüfung

ty for this thread! i adore their dynamic! ♥ one more post and then we can archive?

Astraeus accepts his father's cordial invitation for evening repast, snaking between the eisen's legs so he may adjust for a warm breastseat. Riving the gooseflesh of a past petrified ungulate from its belly, Mahler's star-son poses an enquiry, “Can you teach me waht 'mein herz' means? And...da udder t'ings too?” the rascally cowbird flushes, the agent being his shy request and so he pipes up, “Like! Like how do you say..um..'I love you, papa' in gibberish!”
it was achingly obvious Astraeus hadn't a clue what German was, but he found it 'neat' all the same.