Naaghai Lowlands a pretty girl with bouffont hair

He opens his mouth to explain he’s been a nomad since the day he was born, pretty much, but then she says her name. Journey, really? It sounds like she’s a traveller too. Bushtit’s eyes brighten with a decidedly boyish delight, though there’s a sensuous tilt to his mouth as he regards her—at least, until she questions him about his mommy.

His lips twist and he chokes, though he catches the impish look in her eye and says, She’s probably at home, with a good-natured laugh. Where’s your mommy? he fires back playfully, standing tall as if to remind her he’s grown too.