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"I should get a puppy," Madeline murmurs with a distant smile across her quaint face, watching as a happy young couple walk their matching schnauzers.

Taig is dragged along, held by his hand that, in his opinion, would be blue from how hard his mum held it, if it weren't already blackened to begin with. He frowns at the dogs, thinking that it was probably the people looking happy that his mum likes and not the dogs. But he doesn't say anything; he just continues to scowl at the grassy fields, wishing he'd be let loose already, to run and jump and graze.. er.. play!

Maddy smiles and waves her fingers at the couple, who return her casual greeting as they cross one another on the path. Taig makes sure to growl at the dogs as they pass his feet, which earns him a swift tug on his arm of warning for better behaviour.

"Nyah nyah nyahhh," the toddler mocks under his breath, dragging his feet along the path, feeling, himself, like a dog paraded on a leash.

"Oh, oh my goodness!"

Maddy let go of Taig's hand, and, for a blissful second, he tastes freedom. But, as luck would have it, his toddler sense of self importance is pushed out for concern for the poor tot who just landed astray. Still, he's left standing in place as his mum rushes ahead to tend to the boy and his kite.

She falls to her knees, ignoring her white attire, and peels back the kite gently. "Honey, are you okay?" she purrs with concern, brushing blonde hair from her eyes. "Don't move, we've gotta make sure you're okay first!

Taig appears behind his mum a second later, hanging over her shoulder and peering down at the boy. Oh God. A puppy? For serious? Did fate just like to hand his mother things, or was that everyone's luck but his? He narrows his eyes, squints, really, in an attempt to silently post claim over his mother. No new puppy in her life, no sir!

Maddy looks up the hill toward the other approaching adult, and back to Quin, exasperated he'd even attempt to walk after a fall like that. Still, she doesn't question it, and instead stands up and brushes herself off, her knees now sporting unsightly brown patches on white capris.

Likewise, Taig decides that now's the best time to step in, for who knows what reason, and does so by picking up some of the string and by trying to find to where it leads. Well, this is sort of like helping, right? And keeping his hands busy keeps them from being in his mum's pincer grip. That, and maybe if he looks like he's trying to be a good boy, he'll get some cookies!

"Stupid kite," Taig parrots in agreement, though he's not even seen one in his life, nevermind flown one. "Stay still," he instructs gruffly, shaking the string up and down violently as it stops coming loose so easily.

Taig flat out ignores the whimpering until he ungracefully shakes the kite string free from its tangled mess, releasing Quincy from its prison. He doesn't intend it to be so rude, but he doesn't exactly have the grace of someone all too considerate about others, either.

Maddy looks between her son and Aaron with a smile, and stands up straighter, more at ease to see a parent to the rescue. "Maddy," she responds, offering a hand to Aaron. "And that'd be Taig. Nice to meet you! Right, Taig?"

On cue, Taig makes a scrunched up face at the adults before returning his attention to the one his size. " 'M Taig," he answers Quincy gruffly, brushing a coil of string from around his wrist. "You got funny teeth," he observes in a more neutral tone, concealing his curiosity weakly.

Maddy gives a genuine laugh at the description provided. "Sounds about right! Poor boy, I think his kite's broken!" She frowns a little, lifting a piece of what used to be the spine of Quincy's kite.

Holding out his hands and examining them, giving them thought as if seeing them for the first time. "Guess you're right," Taig mumbles, gaining, strangely, a level of respect for Quincy's deduction. He's honest, he'll give him that!

"Sure is fun," he growls with a smirk on his face, curling his hands in the other's direction as if showing claws he doesn't have. "Taig, like tiger! RWAR!"

"Second?" Maddy echoes, both looking and sounding baffled. She quickly recovers, though, at Aaron's quip, and gives a smile down on Quincy. "Certainly, he's at least entertaining with his downfalls as I bet he is when he's not.. falling down!"

Taig tilts his head, not nearly as introspective as Quincy, nor as patient, so when the other boy doesn't get his joke, his lower lip juts out and his brow pushes together. This only lasts a second, though, for Quincy's suggestion of tree climbing wipes the slate clean.

"Yes! Climb trees! Yes!" He bolts forward, not knowing or caring if it's the right direction, as he's not one to think these things through anyway, but spins around in a second in remembering, grudgingly, to ask permission first. "Mama, cannai go climb trees wif Quincy?"

Maddy looks to Aaron and then to her son, giving him a nod while brushing a frayed piece of string off his shirt. "I don't see that that's a problem." Taig scowls at his mother's pampering, and pulls away.

"Don't go too far!" she adds loudly.