Dragoncrest Cliffs Featherweight

Eti watched with golden eyes, the way the creatures moved and ate. They were graceful and pretty and the land beneath them trembled. He could feel it. There was no ready answers for him about the doe and her white hide. He did not know of her significance or her omens. So as a youngling he could simply admire that she was beautiful and felt special.

Eti didn't quite know yet how relationships worked or how he was sired. He simply had his mother and that was all that mattered to him. His mother and his siblings. He would do what he could to keep them strong and safe and kind.

Bonjou Mr. Njord. He murmured back. He moved to stand next to the man's shoulder and watched with wide eyes. Taibhse? Another word in a nother language, and he grasped it and held it to his chest. He would learn all the ways he could to say whatever he wanted.

She is pretty as Manman.