the rest of our lives

As sound a sleeper as the most flighty of Adravendi-Mathias children was, he still could not ignore the obvious change of pace that came when his father entered the den. Bi-colored eyes opened sleepily, but no sound was given as the russet sire greeted them and whispered in their mother's ear. Though he wasn't expected to be here at this hour, nothing was really unusual about his presence, and so dreamily the child's eyes would close once more. It was only when Amalia began to excitedly stir and wiggle that he was disturbed enough to pay better attention to what had been said. They were going outside? Outside of their warm, comfortable home? Why on earth would they want to do that? Did father not know how incredibly tiny they all were? Wouldn't something eat them? Ears folded over his skull, but the excitement in Amalia's eyes was evident. He couldn't ruin this for her, even if it was positively terrifying for him. "I'm - i'm up," he chided with the prattle of a child. Quickly and with certainty he would stand, leaning into his mother slightly for security. His ears swiveled forward, finding that while he was still petrified - curiosity also brimmed somewhere in his chest. His tail began to swing like a pendulum, slowly picking up speed as momentum made the movement easier and more fluid. He would wait until ushered out, unlike his sister who would probably burst out of the den the moment their parents took a step. She was excitable - as he well knew.


"speech"