Moonspear and the blue dreams keep on calling me

Vega turned up along the path ahead and just as he expected, she had her mother’s awareness. He joined her easily, bumping her shoulder as they eased back into pace with one another, and the path ahead would lock them into such. Her restlessness was enough to match his own, though there was certainty they wouldn’t be wanting for too long.

“Well, now not so much,” he admitted to her, “I did just try to barter with your mother using a weasel but she wasn’t having any of it.” Humor graced his tone then; he could not avoid taking opportunity to be a bit cheeky when it came to her mother and seemed just as willing to share as much.