Northstar Vale give me sirens and a cyclops

Towhee and her family had left the vale and never returned. This had made mama and papa sad, which in turn made Sylianos sad, but of the Redhawks, he had virtually no memories. The only one whose face he even recalled was the weirdo with the twitchy paws, and she had not impressed him in the slightest.

Suffice it to say, Sylianos didn’t really miss them and their absence made no impact on his life. He became more and more proficient at speaking with @Saleem, so much so that he became reliant on it and had only recently learned a handful of words that others could understand, nearly a month later than expected for a boy his age.

Ma! called Sylianos, all big paws tapping and tail wagging as he zeroed in on the object of interest: a bulbous spider that appeared to be hovering below a low-hanging tree branch. Maaaaa!