Starglow Basin asco

perhaps a bit bouncier than soto (or towhee with her disguised limp) could manage, the boy sat at his feet. 

soto glances to his mother, then back to the boy’s bright expression. 

and though he refuses to learn the vagaries of that ugly common tongue, he knows what hi means. 

he does not, however, understand the signaling. but he’s come to realize that this was how many spoke to the amazon, including sangre. 

hola, he returns, the crook of his lips turned in an amused grin.