The warmth of the morning was developing into cool winds and sunny day, that harmonised together to create a feeling of not to warm, and not too cold. The brute's tail had started up a light wag behind him at the atmosphere around the trio had finally start to relax and ease. Perhaps the brother and the friend weren't fully getting along, just yet. They had however found a common course in the need to see happiness in their dear Twig, and to achieve that it required them to work together, or to at least not fight. His contentment would still a little as Twig spoke next ? pleeing tiredness and a need to rest. He wondered if he had done wrong in bringing up word of Erion, that it had been a too strong reminder of her own Fern.
He knew he should not worry, that her healing process had come so far, and true smiles had finally touched her lips. As through knowing his fears, Twig had stepped forward now, her eyes intent upon him and he found he could not look away. So he meet those orbs of his friend, those loving purple tones and found himself smiling again. He leaned into the nuzzle, offering forth a nudge of own against her side to show that he understood, that he loved in that way that friends did. Then she was gone again, gone from his side and back to her brother. He would nod his head to her in goodbye as she vanished from his sights, and he would sigh, flopping back down again at the grass upon his head. He would resume his earlier position and curl his tail about himself, his head upon his paws. This time he would sigh, unable to close his eyes and found himself wondering if his world had just changed.
"Speech"
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