baby’s first sand

as Wylan settles beside them, Araneae scoops up pawfuls of warm water and attempts to splash them gently across the boy's wings, giggling with mischief. after a moment, they sit back and let their eyes trail along those water-flecked feathers, once again gripped with envy and longing. "your wings are so pretty," they inform Wylan, smiling to indicate it was a compliment. they perk up immediately at the mention of food - and as though on cue - their stomach gives a loud, opinionated rumble. indeed, the only thing that could make this day better (sand aside) was something yummy to eat! "that sounds great! let's go bug your mum!"


"Speech"