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Lore · 7 hours ago

Lore’s tongue rolled lazily over his lips, his tiny puppy mouth parting in a yawn that felt impossibly wide. There was just the slightest bit of saliva that pooled in the crease of his lip as he still dreamily wondered what flowers tasted like. Eventually, he would find out.

Eventually.

The subtle sound of his squeaking name distracted him from his daydream. Hm? he yipped, suddenly alert as his tiny head whipped around. Oh! His brother! Aye-ayeeee! Lorcan squeaked in return, right butchering his brother’s name with his juvenile tongue. But the effort was there, alongside a great big smile and a tail-wiggle so intense it nearly propelled the little potato forward.

What do? Lore questioned, noting the abandoned stick. As soon as the other fire-child was within reach, the boy would paw playfully at his brother’s shoulder. Hung’y? It was the best invitation he could muster with a limited vocabulary, but perhaps Aodhán would want to test the limits of Lore’s dream with him.

Lore would hop, imagining himself a rabbit, but he was not nearly as swift. The potato-shaped boy became quickly unbalanced and nearly toppled over.

But he would still smile, equal parts bold and silly.

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