Silverlight Terrace Don't hold your breath

Mintaka had not changed as much as he had. Sure, she was taller, a bit broader, but there had been no dramatic metamorphasis for her. No dramatic enlarging, no gruffness to her voice. Still the same, but no longer a tiny silver puffball as she had been. 

And even though his voice had changed, his eyes had not, nor did his rhetoric. 

You wouldn't understand. 

The recognition hit her all at once, then, and her eyes brightened. But if he could play this game, so could she. Sidling up to the tree, she leaned her flank on it - the bark was rough, but it wasn't too bad, actually. 

"Maybe I could," she offered, a smile spreading across her maw as she echoed herself. But then, more playfully, she decided to mimic him, as well. "What's ye'r name, babe?" Her voice was purposefully lowered, mischeivous and excited. Almight had been her first true encounter outside of her own family, and she'd missed out on a lot with him, she felt, wondering if things would've changed had he followed them up the mountain that day.