HERNE DESTRUCTION
let's run, not walk, through this beautiful life
When his mother addressed him, Herne's tail thumped happily against the earth. He moved to nuzzle her cheek lightly as she pressed her nose against his body in greeting, delighted by the presence of the woman. He adored his mother (of course), and to spend time with her was a fantastic thing. "Hi, mama!" His voice was a little squeaky still, but slowly his words were growing more confident, though he was still hesitant to speak as much as some might. With his family, at least, he didn't feel pressured to speak. He spoke when he wanted to, no more and no less.
For a moment, Herne was content just to bask in the adoring presence of his mother, but before long she was asking him a question and he found himself tilting his head a little as he considered it. "I was tracking," The youngster nodded slightly, tilting his head back to look at his mother. "I wanna get better at that... But sunrises are nice too." He hadn't exactly set out with the intention of seeing the sunrise with his mother, which he hoped he had conveyed with his limited words. Sometimes it was hard to get words to mean exactly what he wanted them to mean. It was part of why he didn't talk as much as he could.
Ears twitching slightly, Herne glanced up at the now fading sky. The colors were slowly vanishing, leaving only the bright blue that he was so familiar with. "Why does the sky turn colors, mama?" Herne asked absently, eyes still focused on the far away sky.
"Speech"
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