Moonspear ^_____^

LOL. *chef’s kiss*

Their eyes glowed like sunbeams when Alaric recited his own haiku. Treepie repeated it back in their mind, counting under their breath whilst holding out a paw to count their toes beans.

Yeah! Tiuttuk chirped brightly. And it was pretty too, they added, as ever unaware that they slipped in and out of their mother’s tongue. Do you have a favorite poem? they wondered in the next breath.

They gazed down at him in anticipation once more, certain that Alaric would not disappoint them. He was full of songs and stories. Even if he wasn’t, he would never come up short in Treepie’s eyes—except, of course, when he literally stood below them, as he did now. They giggled.