Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] i need a palate cleanser of a trip to floridise.

cayetano's eyes light with victory.
he can't hide the grin:
you may be onto something,
i must have been doing it aaaaaall wrong
so maybe -- here he looks imploring
puppyish
while he snacks on tender meat
you'll have to show me.

he titters into his food
placing one bone aside
as kheviel spoke of motherhood
and being soft.

he'd known his share of mothers
but why was it women
thought their ball and chain
that hung their neck
was the inimitable
infuriating
description 'soft'?

he supposes society is to thank for that.
you think soft is good?
he muses to himself.
in his world, and his body
soft was organ failure.
well, it's not too late to try again.
he's expecting a smack
or the bird thrown back at him.

grinning, he stacks one bone atop the other.
what are their names?