An Heirloom
08-07-2019, 04:46 PM
In restless dreams, The day was normal for the quiet boy, well if you didn't count his dad taking his brother's for a trip without him. That was fine by him though. He was happy to stay right where he was, curled up with his mother and snuggling her as she snuggled him. Where his siblings might of been more rambunctious, pitch was the polar opposite. He like the calmer things of life. When Vail sighed his ears perked and his head popped up from its place upon her leg. He was completely happy to snuggle and stay with his momma. Even if he didn't see he was happy. Of course he didn't speak much so it wouldn't be completely strange if neither of his parents knew that he only knew the world by scent and sound. His pink nose had already been working out scents and differentiating them in his time in the den. Of course his momma's scent was one of the best, she was like someone took all those weird smells and smothered her in them. Of course he knew the plant's were the smells, but he didn't know much about them yet. He tilted his sightless gaze up to his mom's voice as she spoke. She had a gift for him, but what could it be? "Wazat momma?" Wasn't his alone time with her enough of a gift? or did she have something for him that he wanted but didn't know he wanted? I walked alone |