Lion Head Mesa blade

toula beamed when her mother made a noise. when the woman hummed, toula again mimicked the noise. her tail wagged so fast that her legs gave out beneath her from the might of her joy, and the young princess only giggled at that. her mothers kiss was not only well placed, but well timed; it took away all of her hurts, real or imagined.
her own noisemaking paused when anyone else spoke. toula would always fall silent upon hearing others speak; all that had to be said, to be heard, was of utmost import. toula looked at her mother quite seriously then, slowly nodding as though she could understand, before she nonsensically replied: la is oohhh, with an encouraging tail wave to boot, blue eyes sparkling and full of wonder.
eons ago she could have understood this; but now, she was back to the start. and rather than being frustrated of all that once was, she reveled in all that now could be.