Mother o' mine

Crux heard movement behind him and a very familiar scent reached him, the boy looked over his shoulder his tail beating the air happily and his flashed his mother a smile. It was the smile of a child to their parent, eyes full of a love he wasn't even old enough to really understand but felt nontheless. His mother commented that it was pretty and he nodded enthusastically but it was her next question that made him pause. The boy shifted his weight so he was leaning into her frame, feeling the familiar comfort of being next to his mother.

"It's warm, like you!" He looked up at her at that comment, but the thought was quickly followed up. But it's bright like the sun..." He wasn't really sure if there was supposed to be a right answer. "The color's kinda like the sky when the sun starts to go down..."

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