Dragoncrest Cliffs clocks on the wall talk to watches on the wrist

BEHH val parroted back, grinning mid playbow. something about puppies awoke his own inner child — long had that voice been silenced. 

he didn’t know what thibby muttered next; more toddler nonsense, he assumed — but the boy’s intent was clear in his own mimicked playbow and nip at the air. 

val raised one paw ever so slowly, aiming for the world’s gentlest boop right on thibault’s ‘behhing’ nose.

in a toddler's world, play was hard work. eventually val tired thibault plain out. as the boy nestled against the crook of his arms, val was filled with an overwhelming sense of love and peace.

he fell asleep holding thibault tight to his chest.