Bearclaw Valley No, child, you cannot have grenades or assault rifles in the classroom
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Ooc — Chelsie
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Nothing terrible happened.

A tittering bird in a tree caused his tiny ears to flick forward. That sound, muffled by the cotton of newly opened ears, was nevertheless as loud as a gunshot compared to the complete silence he was accustomed to. His little shoulders came up in a defensive hunch as he cast around for the source of the sound, but he didn't know to look up, and never found it. There was a static crackle to the world outside, the susurrus of foliage and water and all things nature, and he could not identify that either.

And still nothing terrible happened. After several lengthy minutes of hovering on the threshold with no ill consequences, Aventus became a little bold and began toddling forward, wholly unaware of the keen eye his mother had trained on his backside, and wholly unaware that the world out there wasn't yet ready for him.