Moonspear ^_____^

He’d lived it. Curiosity sparkled in Treepie’s lemon-yellow gaze. They’d never given much thought to the past, particularly those things which had preceded their own existence. It was a concept slightly beyond their grasp, just like the hidden layers in Alaric’s poem. They thirsted for knowledge and understanding.

Tell me, Pie insisted, hoping the councilor would understand the oversimplified demand.

They uncrossed their forelegs and let their chin drift down to the stone between their paws. Tiuttuk’s gaze remained glued to Alaric’s face, their expression eager and ears pricked as they anticipated the bard’s tale.