beautiful sound

She perked her ears again as he exclaimed that he had forgotten an important part. A familiar had to be like you, and he gave a couple more examples of how his father and the cobra were bonded. Poem looked on curiously as she tried to put more similarities between herself and Edgar. He was first hatched and she was first born of herself and Motif. She didn’t really know him well enough yet to find anything quickly.

She looked back to the pup as he answered her, he said something about a possum. Personally, Poem thought possums were cute. The boy said he thought he was more like a cat. Poem hadn’t had any interactions with cats yet. Her brother had almost gotten eaten by a mountain lion though. ”Oh! A cat sounds fierce!” The Destruction offered back. ”I think that I’d like to make friends with a raccoon, or maybe a monkey!” She liked their little hands. ”They’re crafty and brave,” two qualities she admired and thought she had. ”Do you only have one brother?” She only had one, and wasn’t a fan. She wondered if this boy, in addition to having an incredible father like her, had a brother he fought and competed with.