Moonspear ^__^

Delighted to have you!

They could see and hear pretty well by now, though smell remained their strongest sense. Treepie could leaf through smells like a storybook, the wind ruffling the pages and bringing them hundreds of little snippets of all sorts of tales.

A loud burst of sound distracted Tiuttuk from their reading. Their eyes—already yellow, peculiar as their calico markings—lifted again. Several birds took flight, though a large blackbird remained clasped tightly to a bough. He gleamed in the sunlight as Pie’s ears pricked to hear his raucous song.

The babe’s throat rippled and they let out an approximation of the same noise, although Pie’s sounded a bit more like, KEKEKE!