Sun Mote Copse You'll float too.

Q arrived upon the scene, orange nearly meeting orange as her gaze found her mothers. Q had the good sense, by this age, to avert her gaze in submissive greeting... though her gaze landed on what here mom was in the middle of doing. Her tail waved as she sprung toward the scene, not reading the room at all. She sprang toward the duo, as chipper as one could be given the circumstances. Q was still a kid who believed that, at the end of the day, things would turn out okay. Alyx would be home... soon. Right? 

Spinning on her heel, Q began to kick dirt backwards. What're we doin? she asked, looking to Towma and then her dad. Q was very much so in the "monkey see, monkey do" time of her life... same went with speaking, really.