The most beautiful thing we can experience

[Emwe Soul]

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ind//for i bakvendt-land indentind//der kan alt gå an Thanks for this thread - it was fun Word Count: 613 //Emwe Soul tar det siste verset av en sang han ikke kan The Coli spoke and poked him with her nose, and the boy giggled happily. He was relieved that she hadn't said anything about mommy and daddy that wasn't true. It upset him that so many people seemed to think so badly of both his family and his uncle, when they were not bad people (at least not in his mind). It was if they just made up lies, lies that made Conor sad. They didn't make Emwe so sad, because he knew it wasn't true, but it made him sad that people made lies. Lies were bad, his mommy said so. Coli said he shouldn't worry and he lit up with a smile, knowing very well the burden worry could be. He'd seen it with Conor. I's happy, I doesn't worry. Conor is worry but he is always sad and I's doesn't like to be sad. Nodding profoundly he was satisfied with this conclusion, and it made him feel pretty smart, too, that he'd figured that out all by himself. It felt good to be happy, and bad to be sad, so he didn't want to be sad, like Conor. She asked so many strange questions! Alexey played with them and spoke to them and stuff, but the Coli asked many odd things - he'd never met someone who asked about as many odd things as her! Perhaps she asked things because she was stupid? But Conor asked things too and he was smart. Cocking his head to the side he studied his half-sister for a moment before replying, the strangeness of it all striking him. He was fascinated, although he didn't know. This person was a mystery, looking so much like his daddy and behaving nothing like her, and asking so many things about daddy! Maybe one day he wouldn't live with daddy, but he didn't know. He always wanted to live with his family, because he loved his family. It was that easy. His two orbs directed themselves towards the ground for a moment as he absent-mindedly replied. Maybe... He paused. Perhaps one day he would live somewhere else. His half-sister said something more, and he took the opportunity she offered him. He didn't want to think about that. Oh! Mommy's cabin was there? He hadn't realized in all his pain when he was hungry and then the Coli had been interesting to talk to. He wanted to tell Conor all about the person who looked so much like his daddy, although Conor wasn't there, Conor was probably following Alexey around like normal. His ears perked upwards to make a happy face, pieces of mole sticking out from his little smiling mouth. Oh the Coli was smart - had he ever doubted her intelligence? With the food in his mouth he bounced a little before digging his face into the little piece of prey again. Then he remembered that it was polite to always say thanks. Taking a moment to swallow the flesh (it had been so much! It was hard to talk with it all inside the mouth), he sat down properly and looked at the Coli, being a good boy. Emwe Soul was always a good boy. Thank you for mole the Coli is nice to give it. His face looked very serious for a moment before he grinned widely again and pushed his face onto her leg - the closest part of her he could fint to shove his face into. His mommy liked it when he did that, everyone probably did. His tail worked furiously behind him, as attempting to lifte the boy from the ground with its spinning. This was a good day, a good day. //der er de like tøysete og rare alle mann //

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