(Wtf, I thought I'd already posted this. O_O)


Neith lazed on the couch, stretching out in the warm sun of early spring. She had brought her toddler here for a social ...outing?... and had been a bit dissapointed to find that no one else was here.

Eeenie was socializing, but not in the way Neith had hoped. She was holding up a doll. As loud as she could, she told it all kinds of secret things in her secret language. For a little toddler that rarely made a noise, she could talk loud when she was in the mood.

Neith stuck a pillow over her head to drown out the endless chatter.