i don't want to wake up alone anymore

Thankfully his soft touch had brought forth that smile upon her maw again. He didn't like to see his friends upset. Life was too short to dwell in the sad parts, there was so much happiness to be seen in such simple things around them. If all they did was focus on the shadows that covered the earth, how would they see the beauty that shimmered in the light? It just didn't make sense, which is why the boy hated to dwell on the rotten cores of things. Sighing softly, he offered her a smile of his own, golden eyes shimmering in the morning light.

Wren spoke of perfection, to which he scoffed softly and swatted at her lowered ear. "If everything was perfect, would we even know true happiness? Sure we wouldn't know pain or sadness, but then what would we have to compare our joy to? Would we simply be content for the rest of our lives?" He mused, flipping over so that he now rested on his belly beside his dear Wren. "We wouldn't realize how happy we were, because we would know no better. Even though there is darkness, there is light because of it. Without darkness, the light would not be as brilliant as it is now." His words were thoughtful and so beyond his ears, deep meaning soaking in the young boy's musing.

Her tongue broke his serious thoughts, causing Bass to let out a soft chuckle, head turning to focus on that multi-hued face of hers. She asked what his favorite colour was, his golden eyes blinking a few times as he was a but shocked at the question. His head tilted as he looked into her minty eyes. "Green." He said, looking away from here and at the many green things that surrounded them. "Green reminds me of the Spring, which is now. Its new life, the soft green of buds breaking free from the brown bark. It means grass, which we all need to survive. It represents not only new life, but life itself." Bass was apparently a scholar now, his words pensive. "What about you Wren? What's your favorite colour?"