Qeya River the moon pleaded: stay

the reality that he had ended the butterfly's life does not sink into his head: does not really enter his conscious at all. the complexity of death is not something he understands yet in it's entirety. presently, he understands it in the way of food but in it's simplest form without questioning it.

so, the smashed butterfly hits him with a small spark of something but he does not dwell upon it.

grabbed by a child's whimsical attention; forgotten about as quick as it happened.

a moss covered antler piece snatches his attention then and he tugs a bit to pull it from where it's been embedded in the earth.

mama! he calls to sahkmet; picking up the freed antler piece to show her. lookit i founds!