When he began to tease her about making a doll, she had to bite her tongue to keep herself from saying something unkind. In the end, she knew it wasn't even worth gratifying it with a response. So, instead, she huffed a breath in irritation as she picked up a few more twigs that fit in her bag. He seemed to offer some sort of recognition as to what she was talking about, but any credit she was going to give him was lost when a stick clattered to the ground between them. She shot him a look of annoyed disapproval, before continuing on with her task.
However, when he asked her just exactly what a beaver even was, she couldn't help the itch to unload all the information she could on the subject. Lucky for Ciaran, she was able to refrain to a basic description. "They're like ... a really huge squirrel, but instead of a fuzzy tail, they have a thick, broad, flat tail that they slap things with." Talyssa began to explain. Though, she knew hearing about them wasn't much compared to seeing them for himself. "They live on the water in a den made of sticks." She informed her brother, gesturing towards the trickling noise of the nearby stream. "If you go look, make sure you collect kindling on your way. But I mean it, don't get too close. I don't want to have to fight a beaver today." She insisted, returning her attention to the search for more twigs.
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