Neverwinter Forest lxxv. put your toes down in the water

"Mmmammaaa," the dove trilled with exaggerated slowness, though the twinkle in her gaze of spring glen and the tempo of her tail against the ground spoke of how pleased she was. There was a prickling at the corners of her eyes but the cloudberry managed to keep it together as she encouraged her son, heart swelling with love to hear his voice taking on the shape of words.

After a moment, Lótë could no longer distract the seachild with speech and his nosing grew more insistent. "Alright, alright," she laughed, brushing her cheek along the top of Fjall's downy head. With a hack, the mother coughed up a reddish pulp of half eaten meat.