His little ebony nose twitches eagerly, there is something sweet smelling approaching him. It infatuates the little boy causing him to stretch his nose reaching for it as the rich violet associated with the scent envelopes his thoughts and drowns out the more earthly accents. He doesn't move or rise though, stay here his instincts tell him, stay here until ─
"Well, aren't you dreadful," right ear pivots before sliding back atop his head at the gentle hum of lyrical vocals. "You've come at an interesting time, you know," his little tail wiggles as he tilts his head, keen to listen, wanting more of these sounds. "What are you doing out here?" he's prompted now, and pitches his chin up slightly to where the smell is most concentrated, ❝ I was invited, I 'hink....but here? ❞ he lifts a foot and places it back on the frozen earth, to signal physically 'here' ❝ I jus' wake up ❞ he tells her.
"I am Sreda," he smiles, although its...unnerving; he's still a child, genuine and as...innocent as he can conjure. "Do you have a name?" he shakes his head, mouth falling agape slightly as the idea settles into his head. ❝ Uh uh...I want a name ❞ his tail wiggles as he gets up and takes a few toddling steps toward the source of the scent and sound; though he's off to the left too far, as he stumbles slightly on numb toes.
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