11/19/2025, 4:57 AM
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Nóttin approached gently, a softness in his step and a gentility in the wag of that dark plume. Hawthorn would soften slightly, allowing his head to lift just a bit to look upward toward the larger male, half-grateful and half-chagrined. Oh, how embarrassing !
Oh, I'm okay, don't worry,the lad would start, licking his lips before he forgot his manners. Oh, no! He needed to be polite! Oh no! Hawthorn's teeth would grind. And with a blink, the boy would add:
I mean, don't worry, uh ...sir?He had to be polite, right? This man had taken them in, after their months of wandering, lost from their home ... lost ... lost ...
Hawthorn tried with obvious intent to relax his frame.
And then Nóttin spoke of Freya — his mother.
The boy felt cold, just for a moment. He felt as free as a snowflake once more, jittery with a subtle excitement.
Yes, that's right. I am Hawthorn.With that, the boy would soften with a newfound naivety and endearment. There was a glimmer of warmth in those emerald eyes.
You really know ... my mom?His tail quivered, bewildered. Enraptured, but trying to contain it.
He had to be subtle.
Nóttin would press a little further, a bit of protectiveness entering that rough voice that Harthorn did not quite comprehend. But the intensity of it was evident. And Hawnthorn should have been so enraptured.
But the boy just felt, if anything, a bit sheepish and uncomfortable again, diverting his juvenile gaze in misunderstanding.
Oh, I don't ... talk to anyone ...It was genuine ... but soft ...
... and quickly, he added:
Uh, sir.
The boy would look up with a soft, awkward grin.