Silverlight Terrace You are you and i'm me

Clearly she didn't like his suggestions, a choked laugh came from his maw as she settled to her back and rolled around. I could go for exploration or napping too. She stared up at him, with an upside down grin. It was cute.

He didn't like the sound of a tundra. He liked plants and trees, and life underneath the loam. He liked mountains now sure, where they were teeming with life and had plants and trees and other such things. I don't think I'd like that much. Maybe the pretty lights. They'd be nice to see, but not the cold. Or dry ice.

Her next question pulled a smile to his face and he flopped down beside her, a gentle hum in his throat. Forest and loam. I was born under a large maple tree, between the roots and the soil. Most of my family are autumn colors like me. I was born just as spring was making it's new way. When it was first coming alive. There were plants and trees. It made you feel small and large all at once. The sky touched the tips of the trees.