Moonspear i want to be part cookie, part cheeseburger

he found comfort in the warmth of anaa, in her downy fur and the soft rise and fall of her chest. in the gentle hum of her voice and of her nurturing presence. it all together lulled the boy to a state of hypnagogia, for he was drained after all his fort planning and boulder climbing.

still, he remained conscious enough to hear his mother's words, and of her suggestion to ask grandmother for a story. "o'tay," he responded as he slipped back into common tongue. a yawn escaped him, but he fought it off with the thought of what the suggested story might be about. lightning mother and rain father, who were they?