Blackwater Islands Who will breathe the earth we lost

though ingram is ready to return to his station, he is pleasantly surprised when he is not chased away with teeth. given that he has never had experience around children before, he assumes wispmother or the listener might chase him off. it is one of the rare moments when ingram is glad to be wrong.

morgra, he repeats the young girl's name in a low murmur, seaglass gaze watching her with wiry curiosity as she ambles closer; fearless, he assumes. it reminds him of the wispmother's name upon their first meeting. it sounds alike though not the same.

she jumps for his nose, misses and collides against his muzzle. he keeps it lowered, still; so as to not disrupt her even as she begins to chew on his lip. a flick of his ear is given, letting the listener know that she has his attention despite that it is split between the two.

his. morgra, the boys — whose names are still unknown to him. their's? he does his best to ignore the subtle uptick of his heartbeat, the rapid blinking as he processes her words and considers. mine? ...to train, you mean? he asks seeking clarification because his thoughts were running rampant and he thinks he is reading too much into it.

the words come out slightly distorted and muffled by his gentle attempt to not disrupt morgra's mission too much.