Treepie’s world continued to expand, particularly with the gift of eyesight. On this gloomy morning, they toddled around the ulaq, matching all those people and things they knew well by smell and touch with their appearances. It was a joy to finally see their mother’s, brother’s and sister’s faces.
Suddenly, the den cooled as a breeze stirred a thousand rich scents through the door. Tiuttuk wobbled toward it, sniffer twitching, and froze when something cold and wet struck their face. Not one to complain, they nevertheless let out a small noise of confusion as they batted at their own mug.
Pie lost their balance and topped face-first onto the increasingly wet patch of ground just inside the threshold as the early spring rain shower strengthened outdoors.
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Atkan Aleut| -Signing-
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^_^ - by Treepie - April 09, 2024, 09:26 AM