little big eyes

the little shivering bundle, having settled into the snow with still damp fur, gurgled happily as she felt the warmth of lian return to her side on the ground. a little part of her had thought he would continue on his journey and leave her behind in tears - but the much larger part of her was desperate to believe he really was a mystical being of niceness (little did mai know he had been scheming how to rid himself of her, luckily he hadn't acted on his thoughts) - and as it turned out, he was!

the child somehow found herself once again trying to nestle into the thickness of lian's coat, too tired to argue anymore about sleeping as he told her she'd just have to sleep here - besides, she knew she was tired anyway, and she knew he knew, so she didn't bother. warm and comfortable, the girl rolled onto her back; she reached her little silver paws up to try and play with lian's muzzle before settling down and drowsily questioning him, "zola's very niced - you's nicer though. caaal is mean - do you'd think so, too?" mai didn't wait long for an answer, she knew lian just had to agree, "you's very lucky to has a good sister like zolaaa," she paused then, and then giggled gently before adding, "two good sisters!".

but then the child quieted, and she began to think about the sound of the breeze in the leaves and the sounds of the bushes rustling - she wondered what the world looked like, and wanted to ask lian to explain it, but she thought it'd be difficult and didn't want to burden him. instead the girl settled for something a little easier, something she loved to hear when she was tired, "lian, can you's tell me a story, please?"