Moonspear fell into a rabbit hole

an apology rung out, followed by quick words and an explanation. and then a whine. guilt tugged at him, the boy realizing his words were perhaps not the most acceptable to say aloud. "i didn't mean it in a bad way!" he let out as he took a hesitant step forward, ears splayed back in regret. 

he had not intended to hurt her feelings or cause her discomfort. 

he settled as she spoke of the sky and stories, a breath let out that he'd been holding in. 

his chin tipped upwards to glance at the clouds drifting overhead. "you do not need to know stories to tell them," the boy let out as his gaze found that of kusuma's. "the best stories are the one you make up," he revealed with an apologetic smile. 

"the best stories," he started, figure shifting back towards the peak, "are the ones you live through." and then he took a few steps to continue his trip towards the top of the spear. "like how right now there are two brave adventures tasked with climbing the dangerous mountain to find the crystal that will protect their home with ancient magic!" he weaved the tale like a spider spun their webs, eyes glimmering with enchanted wonder. 

he glanced towards kusuma, waiting to see if she would take on the role of a brave adventurer and join him on this grand quest.