Follow The Trail [Coran]

For all the hard climbing and brain-work it took for his small frame to follow her, it seemed Coran was unwilling to let himself be daunted by the adventure. Aurielle chuckled softly at the boy’s stalwart eagerness to push on, watching as he navigated a tricky spot and nodding her approval. While it was doubtful that he’d go in the Messenger’s Circle, this climb would still benefit him, teaching him to be sure-footed and nimble.

The chuckle turned into a soft laugh as he suggested a race back down the hill once they’d rested. Her own adventurous spirit warred with the mother’s urge to cringe at the many possibilities of serious injury that could assail her son racing down the hill.

Her tail flicked playfully across his nose as she pressed on up the path as she suggested, “We could race to the meeting Boulder once we’re down on the hillock’s flank. Whomever reaches the rock first get to eat the first strip of honeyed bison steak Domari pulls from the fire, eh?”

She tossed a warm smile back to her cream and snow-colored boy, tail swaying cheerfully.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think