He nodded once, satisfied. The blue of her eyes was wholly unique to her line, as far as Nen'tah was concerned; he would never forget the cold fire with which Caan had pierced him that singular day. A lack of speech lent a natural talent for observance, a trait he would grow into as he did.

But he was still a child.

Standing at the edge of the water, Nen'tah took a moment to study his reflection. It wobbled in time with the ripple-rings that lapped at the water's edge, but he could still make out a vague outline of his features - round and dark, with two large eyes of obsidian staring back with focused intensity. Only the bright red feather around his neck made any meaningful distinction in the mirror.

And then, as a child was wont to do, he suddenly plunged into the shallow stream and splashed delightedly; his expression lit up into something uncharacteristically joyous, although he took care not to stray too close to Fa'liya lest she become collateral damage. Nen'tah spent a little time enjoying his romp, stomping his paws and enjoying the puddles they made on the shore, and wondered what she liked to do for fun.

He stopped and gave her a questioning look.