Dragoncrest Cliffs i'm a pale imitator of the boy in the sky

as jadou is swept up in his mother's arms, he squeals with delight and reaches up to smear the ruddy mixture all over her face; she was to be made pretty too, now that she is within his grasp! the baby blues sparkle as he giggles and reaches up to smack a big kiss to the cinnamon cheek.
cabe? he babbles, reaching up to adjust his kelp-wig before it is to fall off his head. he is bewildered by this new idea, but jadou, the agreeable child he was, thought immediately: why not both?
freeing himself from the entrapment of his mother, he wobbles over to the denmouth and disappears outside, only to come back dragging a big, wet mass of green sea-plant. he drops the sopping pile at his mom's feet before looking up at her with resolution. he could not put it on himself! cabe!