Lost Creek Hollow too bad, you're not invited, i'm in charge - byeeee

alright, she was biting his foot. cool, cool, cool, cool, cool... he had three other feet, right? did he really need the fourth one? was a front foot all that important anyway? didn't seem so. the more concerning feat was that he had really come to terms with the possibility of losing a limb rather quickly, and he hadn't really seen a problem with it. that was, so long as it kept sionnach quiet. he'd rather lose all his feet than have to listen to her insufferable squalling again. it was her own fault that she tried to leap over him like some cool gymnast. it was also her own fault that she wasn't a cool gymnast, but more akin to a baby elephant who had just found its footing (they're hella fucking clumsy).

when her temper tantrum had faded away and she seemed to use her tiny attention span to locate a rock on the den floor, aengus could not help himself but to follow. he watched tentatively as she leaned over to lick the stone. his face scrunched up in a disgusted expression. damn girl, you could be suckling on some milk and you want to chow down on dirt and stones? he was actually more and more concerned that her acrobatic act had caused some serious brain damage. who ate dirt and rocks???