Dragoncrest Cliffs If you could read my mind, love

Etienne woke up happily in his mothers embrace as she bathed them all. He gave small little vocalizations. He enjoyed her voice and the cadence and rythmn.

 Etienne eagerly followed her, thrilled to be closer to the light he often saw dancing. He tilted his head his mother spoke and an eager tail wag. He gamboled forward, went to fast and tripped a little, but he righted himself.

 He looked up at the tall willow tree and further up and settled to his haunches. He loved to look at the sky. The shade kept him from squinting.