Moonspear i just ate an entire seahorse!

No! Frolic refuted with a grin. It’s a code name.

Despite the authority with which she made such a claim, Frolic drew a blank alongside the other two when the question about conlangs was put forth. Her little face scrunched in thought. Everything already had a name, some several. If there was no limitation on it, perhaps it was just a matter of coming up with their very own name for everything, which only the three of them knew.

Frolic sat up suddenly and squinted at the den, also known as the ulaq. The gears in her young brain cranked hard as she looked around, descriptive words popping up in lieu of anything more creative. She raised a stockinged foreleg to point at the nearby den’s mouth.

Sleepwarm, she declared, then jerked her arm to point at the windchime hung up outside it. Songbreezy, Frolic named it without ever once knowing the given term for it. Friendmine, she said next, poking both Seal and Ajei in the chest.