Starglow Basin asco

Bushtit liked to pretend he was some kind of mastermind, though the truth was that he was simply a very attentive and observant child. He didn’t live in a world as silent as his mother’s, though he still listened much more than he talked, with either limb or tongue. Especially given their nomadic lifestyle, he had absorbed so much in his four months of life.

Yes, he knew about the pain his mother hid from him, just like he knew this Soto guy was his dad. He didn’t fully understand what that title meant, though Bushtit knew the distinction was somehow important. A father was something like a mother, only less involved, from what the boy had gathered. Why that was, he couldn’t say. But he’d begun questioning things lately, his early bashfulness giving way a bit as he came into his inquisitive era.

He might’ve asked Soto outright, had they spoken the same language. Presently, he loped up to the man with a shy smile and wagging tail. His eyes darted around for any sign of Fiamma, the translator, but he didn’t see her. His darkly bright gaze returned to Soto’s face as Bushtit took a seat at his father’s feet.

-“Hi.”-