Blackfeather Woods It's not nice to stare, really

Her optics turned to colour with a yelp, lid's sliding back to reveal eyes that greatly interested the boy. At her startled reaction, he himself did little but to take an uneasy step back, but retained his silence. Abraxas kept his gaze firmly fixed on her beautifully coloured optics, broken only when she shifted and settled. He found he liked this, examining the food-blob more thoroughly without the interrupting of his annoying small blob companions. She was much like one of his fellow blobs, but infinitely larger and a built in a different manner. He found her's intriguing as he had the outside, his blob companions upon first discover, and the many other elements in his small world. 

She spoke, and though he understood none of it, he replied to the noises with some of his own, a rare feat for the boy. "Efla blo nah" he said, quiet and oddly solemn, no trace of happiness on his face as he babbled. It was only a few moments after his short, meaningless speech that he smiled, gaze having not moved from his mother as his worm of a tail wagged.