Moonspear ^_____^

Pie loved learning a new word. Hoping to commit “nomadic” and its meaning to memory, they listened to everything else Alaric had to say before reciting another haiku aloud.

Will I move a lot?
Maybe when I’m much older,
I’ll be nomadic.

They smiled gently at Alaric, sensing that he might appreciate the emphasis. Moving around a lot sounded like quite an adventurous lifestyle, though little Treepie was in no particular rush to leave the nest.

In fact, their yellow eyes glanced past the bard’s head, toward the nearby ulaq. They tucked a yawn behind a paw. As much as Tiuttuk enjoyed their newfound perch, they would still prefer to take a nap in the safety and warmth of the den. But not just yet.

Ever inquisitive, the babe queried, What things do you wish they teached you before you left?