the blood of blackbeard

Careful gaze trained on the ground around his feet, noting the way the clay stains his coat. It's a reddish color, but not like... not blood or something. The rocks were tall, and would only get taller deeper into the ravine. Yeah, he wasn't going to be able to get a good vantage point without someone who could pick him up. Davey wanted to see, not just be stuck craning his neck around.

The boy stuffs his nose into the right den, one of ma's worker bees busy inside. Good, someone he could pull away from work. "You'll do," he shrugged, already leading the way out into the world. "I wanna esplore, but I'm too fucken short to climb up. Come pick me up so I can get on the rocks!" It's an excited request, phrased like a bit of a demand. The manners module hasn't been installed yet... seems like the part is on back order.

"Davey"