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Chickadee was so adorably and wonderfully insistent and Sylvie played along beautifully. Maia was glad that both she and Hymnal had the same idea of childhood that she did, and maybe that was she and Eljay's doing. Maia was not the kind of wolf to ever scoff stop childish things. She would join in every game, encourage every (harmless) fantasy, and even build them further sometimes. She never wanted them to feel embarrassed for having joy, or imagination, or enthusiasm. Even if someday, others might judge them differently.

Syl, hol' hm? It was hard to talk without dropping the sap, but she didn't want the dirt to ruin the stickiness. She indicated the longer end of the stick, though, and that she wanted her older daughter to lift it.

When it was raised, Maia covered the broken end with a glob of sap, then plucked up the shorter end and pressed the two, fitted, together. She smiled at Sylvie as they held it, then lowered "Jeffery" carefully to the ground.

We have to wait for the medicine to dry before he can play again, okay? And you - he will have to be careful, sweetheart. No more fighting. Maia corrected herself, fitting the tone of doctor and nurse a little better. With any luck, until she grew tired of it, Chickadee would pick up the role of caretaker or protector with the stick. If she swung it around like before, Maia wasn't sure her fix would hold up for long.