Sun Mote Copse Smash a vintage vase a day

Seeing as Pox was one of those who had grown quite proficient at destroying toys, the youngest Finwood was always very eager for visits from Wraen. Her presence had the off effect of making the other grown ups disappear, but he never minded. Wraen was way more fun, anyway. And she brought presents. So, as usual, Pox bolted away from Finley as she attempted to plant a kiss on his head as a good bye and charged over to his favorite babysitter as she appeared, his little tail propellering him along.

"HI!" the boy called brightly as he rammed his skull affectionately into his foreleg, proceeding to then curl his little body around it like a cat as he attempted to see if she'd brought them anything new today. His ears drooped a little after a moment and he peered up at her questioningly. "Where's pesents?" he asked in as polite a voice as he could muster, which is to say there was a little bit of a what the crap, dude? tone to his words.

makin' some assumptions about their familiarity--hope it's okay!