Totoka River pressure wouldn’t squash me and fire couldn’t burn

the man waited, but no response would come. he seemed to catch on after a moment, supplying his own name for her which seemed to mollify the strange little bird he answered to. yakone watched the scene with her head tilted, gaze following the bird until it was out of sight.

the man spoke to her again, and her eyes turned back to him. her head tilted in the opposite direction, and she gave an imploring whine. she ducked her head to nip gently at his legs, dancing in place and twirling once with a toss of her head as she stepped back. do you get it now? her eyes seemed to say.