Honeyed Pasture d r i f

Her new dad spoke to her, some of the words familiar. It didn’t matter that she didn’t fully understand, though. Silktail beamed at him, enjoying the deep timbre of his voice. Her mother spoke to her more than anyone and her voice was a lot higher. There was something pleasant about these baritones.

Burp keen! she parroted, tail wriggling in the grass. She leaped to her feet as she added, Nooooo! Despite the petulant nature of the word, she grinned and batted at the man.