creepy crawlies and creeping and crawling

It wasn't long before an enterprising young prince found her. Makara turned, still somewhat surprised by her nephew's sheer size, and gave him a soft smile. "Oh, I was just exploring. So much has been changed and been built out since I was your age," she mused. Much of the core infrastructure was the same, but everything was grander and more intricate than she'd remembered. The result of years of hard work. It was fascinating to see. "And what are you doing out and about today, young prince?" She turned the question on him, standing up slowly and shaking the cave dust out from her coat.

"Are you here to cash in on my offer of wrestling now while you're still small enough not to squish me?" Mak teased, her tail wagging loosely behind her. The boy was going to be just as big as his father one day and could easily bat her around, even though she wouldn't consider herself small by any means. Now was the time to savor any auntie rough housing he might wish for.


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