King Elk Forest se-n-pa-i

Kiyoshi made note of the woman’s words – that they were too weak to claim anything beyond the forest.
 
It did not settle well in his mind that she would so readily offer such a suggestion. The young Draconid boy would have imagined that – like many other adults – she would paint a nicer image for him. It pleased the boy to know that she was plain of tongue. Kiyoshi felt as though this would make it easier for him to communicate what he needed with her and for her to do the same to him.
 
“The forest is a good home,” he assured her, though his tone was lacking any sort of emotion. “And Kingslend can be stronger.” He knew this was true, simply based on his own growth in life. He was still not yet a year old, but the boy had discovered how much trials and difficulties could shape an individual.