Moonspear ^__________^

She wasn’t so little anymore, though Treepie saw no reason to argue semantics. Even when she was fully grown, she was pretty sure she would never reach Alaric’s size and strength. She would always look up to him, which felt appropriate.

Pie did titter when he suggested she hold onto the very same tail she’d tugged moments prior. She didn’t fear the dark, nor feel the need to hold onto him, but she pulled it again just for fun. Releasing it a beat later, she huffed and moved to stand at Alaric’s shoulder.

Can’t I walk beside you? I’m big enough for that, Treepie coaxed.