day one: try not to die please

Kore stays out of the cart as much as his little puppy legs will allow. There are others who need the space more and being on the ground allows the galaxy hued boy to keep watch over his siblings. Small bodies jostle around the cart, often jockeying for the best position to jump into mud puddles or other things. The purple clad boy falls back, skirting the edges of groups while keeping the cart in view. Kal has already managed to get completely covered in mud and Kore shakes his head at his clumsy sibling. Bright eyes look up to the cart, spying Ao in the back. He offers her a smile as the group comes to screeching halt. With a small sigh of relief, the purple boy makes his way off the muddy road to take a seat and listens to the beautiful strings of expletives his grandfather throws out. Oh, he had never heard that one before. Might need to use it.

When their pops lets the pups knows they are taking a break, Kore stands and shakes out his coat. Eyes watch Ao as she jumps out of the cart and slowly starts to make her way to the shore. Another pup streaks off toward the water with Kal hot on her heels. Huffing a sigh, Kore calls out to Aoede, “Sis! Can you keep an eye on Kal? You know how he is.” The pup throws her wink as he makes his way to where his grandfather stands at the head of the cart. Looking up at the older man, Kore asks, “How can I help grandfather?” The title of grandfather is not spoken as insult, it is given to the man because he is the oldest and, in Kore’s mind, the wisest. He stands there, awaiting direction.


"Kore Regni"