The company of an adult, though still a stranger, was comforting to the little prince. Going through his first change was traumatic, but the realization of hands and the presence of Thorn was quickly distracting his growing mind. He smiled up at the foreign male with a satisfied grin, clapping his own hands together in response as he sat up. His eyes widened with amusement and he continued the clapping motion until Thorn held out his own hand and began to count in an unrecognizable language. Heiro giggled with glee trying to mimic some of the words. Deen...Ty...pie... he mumbled, though his enthusiasm didn’t waver. Hei’s countin’, he said with a “u-huh” nod at the end. Torn speakies nudder sound? The child was asking about the other language, something he hadn’t heard before but the youth was aware of foreign languages from the little lesson his parents had given him and his sister.
He reached out his new hands to take the water skin from Thorn and tentatively lifted it to his lips. It was a little sloppy at first, some water creating small rivulets through his fur as he tipped it back, but once he got a hang of it, his throat made swallowing noises. He lowered the skin with a dramatic slurping sound and wiped the back of his gloved white hand across his dripping maw. Tanks, he said, offering the skin back to Thorn and his eyes closed with satisfied pride as the man patted his head. It was an affectionate gesture his father used on him often and one he had come to like. Now that his thirst was quenched, he was very much so in the mood for talking. Ay’m Heiro! He squealed as his eyes re-opened upon the man. Dats ‘nounced Hi-roh, he said with a little nod. Dats Heiro Ka-tor-ee mister Torn Rus...so, he said slowly as he tried remembering the male’s full name.
His attention turned to the whereabouts of his parents. Cowering slightly in his sitting form he replied, Ay’m from Core des Mirs, my Ma and Da are dere, he said pointing back at the way he had come. Ay’m not s’pose to go ‘splorin dis far, he whined looking more guilty with each confession. Gud ting you was here, he mused, hoping Thorn wouldn’t turn him into his parents.
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