Rabbit and the Hare

The days seemed to pass slower and slower lately. Ivy didn't know what was up with that, but all he could really do was... his best? Or something like that. How long had it been since he'd seen mom? He was starting to miss Alfrún more and more as the days went by. It was also getting harder to sleep without here there, singing them off at night. Ivy hung onto the words he could remember, and clutched the melodies tight to his chest. The boy would learn in time that she really wasn't returning, but for now? It was less that he didn't know, and more that he didn't understand. How do you explain death to a child?

It wasn't a bad day to wander away from his siblings. Really, Ivy wanted to get out and explore, and see more. Heck, maybe he could even pester Álarr to take him out to find more herbs. Anything to have something to do. The hot summer days were just too frickin' sleepy! The issue with getting uncle Álarr to take him out, though, came from finding him. Grumbling to himself, Ivy wandered through the Knolls. Why were adults so busy? Frickin' boring. The young child wanted to explore.

It wasn't long before the small girl caught Ivy's eye. Her colors were bright, like some of his siblings... but she wasn't one of them. This wasn't a girl he'd seen before, and Ivy was massively mis-judging their age. No, she was more put together, not all floppy paws and weird angles. The blue lad made to close the gap between them, watching her curiously. Was she... building something? With an awkward, lolloping trot he approached her, staring somewhat openly at what she'd created. "What're you doin'?" The boy questioned, though his tone wasn't necessarily accusatory. Ivy was wildly curious, and he couldn't help himself.

"Speech"