Redtail Rise niente

Oh. Was all he said, at first. The explanation left a void inside of Reki. He wasn't sure if he should be charmed by the idea of a father, or a special name for one, or if he should feel. . . anything, really. He felt a little despondent as he considered his own family, vague as the concept had become for him.

The man spoke of his own mother — his mama who taught singing, and this baba with his plants. Reki's eyes glossed over for a second but he couldn't figure out why. His eyes went down, as he tipped his nose towards the dirt.

I like singing sometimes, he segued with a sniffle, blinking away the sheen across his vision quickly. He didn't want to feel sad, so he focused on the flowers, as they always made him feel calm. Plants are good though. Quiet.