Sun Mote Copse Only blue or black days

Fig shook his head fondly, smiling as his sister talked. It was nice to be on speaking terms again and all of that weirdness left behind. At least, he hoped this meant it was gone. It certainly felt gone, but he hadn't been the one harboring any bitterness. He'd just felt guilty, which was easily resolved with an apology and a dose of forgiveness. He assumed this was forgiveness, at least.

"I think I remember that," Fig said slowly as he dug through his memories, "X brought it to us, then... I don't remember his name, or him really. But he was mad and he grabbed it." He shook his head. He'd been pretty terrified, but he certainly wasn't going to bring that part up. "Sucks though," he added, "But if mom could find and train X to work with her, then we can totally find something for you." He paused, then his face brightened with a smile, "How about a nice toad?"