A happy giggle erupted from the child's mouth as mother accepted her invitation. She plopped back on the ground, her round belly bouncing as her body collided against the soft bed of grass he had found for herself. Then imitating Mommy (who was imitating her), she rolled to her back and wriggled her paws in the air, yelling and laughing as she did so.
Life was good for the Sveijarn middle child. Even if she had seen a glimpse of the nasty side of nature (insects peculiarly), the girl still appreciated the beauty of the outside world. It was truely a shame they would leave the safe heaven of the Creek soon, if Maera would've known so, perhaps she would have made a greater effort to get off her lazy-butt and explore more. Sadly she hadn't known, and even if someone had mentioned it to her, she would've likely forgotten or thought nothing of it. She tended to that, especially when the adult's voice was slow and boring --oops.
Gladly Mommy's was not like that. To Maera it was one of the most beautiful sounds, so when she hummed along to her little made-up tune the mini-Tuwawi couldn't help but fall silent in awe. "Jus' a song, 'bout the sun!" she explained, while filling up her lungs to repeat the song from the top.
A dude named Gali had taught her that word one day, "hot hot hoot!", she sang, thrashing her paws in the air in an erratic manner, "Sun is hot n' pretty like momma!" she squealed before bursting into laughter. It would've been a thousand times funnier if she had known how the maning of hot changed when it was applied to an individual.
It was what the girl reasoned since, when the light rested upon her fur it shined like the sun did, so it only made sense that she was also hot.
Not as if Njal would argue against that anyways..
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