Heras Box
Isolder leaned his head on her shoulder, hoping she was right. "I hope they are." The wind blew gently against his face in a caress he thought it might be his mother sending comfort in some non-corporeal fashion. He smiled a little thinking of her. He was sure she would have adored Ming. Sweet Ming. His fingers traced her scars but if he asked he was sure he would be marching back the way they came to go beat on peoples.
"I think I like Tale, the long grass is pretty cool. I feel a little naked without the big trees though.' He grinned. "Something could come carry me away for a snack. Like a kinfa." He kissed her cheek.
Kalith grunted and pushed his face into their little pile on the ground. "Kalith, mind your own buisness!" Iso tried to push the big green face away to no avail. "Huh do you suppose there is actually a kinfa nearby? I hear Tale is where they live. Maybe that is why he is freaking out."