Dragoncrest Cliffs kòlè

what did loko think?

his gaze followed mireille's, to the sea. so glittery blue. so roiling and chaotic and seemingly of a world of its own. he sighed. i be tryin' not to t'ink at all, den you come and pester me wit' questions. loko straightened. a teasing smile on his lips, his voice a girlish pitch: o loko! da be all up in some prit-tee lady's arms! o! dey will have prit-tee bebes and prit-tee songs and i will be their prit-tee little aunt!!

loko's jaws clapped shut with a snap. i be t'inkin' you be t'inkin' too much. he didn't want to think of his da porking some lady. he barely wanted to think of his da's involvement with his mothers, both of whom he loved very much. and he certainly didn't want to think of all the changes he'd have to confront soon. come, he rose with a playful nip to her shoulder. i found a place.