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Adult, Tiuttuk mused as she shuffled along a familiar footpath winding around the mountainside, kiiinda sounds like ‘a dolt.’ She snickered, though her expression quickly grew contemplative again. It was such a simple word, yet the concept of adulthood was something as complex as it was exciting. She felt the weight of it on her shoulders and welcomed it.

Her eyes cut across to a clearing below her present vantage point, drawn by movement. She found herself peering down at her own father, who looked rather preoccupied. Must be hunting, Pie hazarded a guess, lips pressing together in a thoughtful hum. It made her think of their recent hangout, complete with its silly heart-to-heart.

Now her expression changed again, brightening suddenly. There was something she’d been meaning to bring up to anaa, though Treepie wouldn’t mind floating it past someone else first. Killdeer was the perfect candidate, so she scurried down the rocky slopes toward him.

She didn’t want to spoil his hunt, so Treepie paused at a fair distance back and flailed her limbs at him, hoping to catch his eye.