A little home decor

All children desired the love and praise of their parents, so when Avacyn beamed and complimented his work, it felt to Daemon a lot like winning the lottery. His proud smile grew on his face, his little tail waggling happily behind him. His mother's praise meant the world to the boy. "Thanks, Mom! You're a really good teacher," he replied, then playfully wiggled away from her as her paw went to ruffle the fluffy fur on his forehead, swinging his own little leonine paws at her much larger tiger paw. "Aww, Mooooom! Quit it!" Still giggling, Daemon was quick to hop back in to help his mother finish up the pillow, holding the fabric shut while she sowed the third side shut.

At his mother's direction, Daemon moved the basket of wool closer to where they were working so he could reach it more easily. While Avacyn held open the pillow, Daemon scooped up large amounts of wool in his arms, then dumped them straight into the open pillowcase. Over and over he continued to stuff the pillow full of fresh wool until it was practically overflowing with the cottony white wool and the basket was almost totally empty. "I don't think we can get much more in there," he said after trying to stuff another pawful of wool in, only for it to spill right out of the open pillowcase.

"Daemon Mendacium"