Neverwinter Forest a lot of pretty girls outside

Dad smiles and Caerus's tail wags a mile a minute like a helicopter. He believed in this moment that life would always be this way- simple, easy. Happy. A world without priority or responsibility, a world in which he could babble at strangers and they would smile together and there were no worries. This was life to Caerus. 

The man's face comes close to him again, and yet there is no more of that sweet contact. Still, Mal's eyes are so close now, and- the pretty colors! ooOooOoo! He hums with enthusiasm. One golden, the other silver. Did Caerus look like that too? The stranger was making noise again, but Caerus couldn't really be bothered to care, too busy staring wide-eyed into his gaze. wuh, he whispers quietly, some baby language expression of awe.