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Evidently, questions of the sort left room for elaborate answers. It would've been completely unlike Emwe not to seize such an opportunity, especially if gave him the chance to relay stories he'd pieced together based on his so-called adventures. He'd picked up the ability to dramatize things during his stay in Phoenix Valley, she assumed. Most specifically from his alleged kidnapper, also known as Uncle Ly. Although this resemblance bothered her some, she made no mention of it. It was always amusing to hear him share personal experiences. The way he formulated thoughts and ideas was also entertaining. Alexey took no offence when little Emwe revealed how he'd nearly starved to death, fully aware that she did a good job providing food for him and Conor. It was possible that he'd been really hungry at the time, as was the case often, but it most certainly had not been comparable to starvation!
Lexey made a note of his newfound appreciation for moles, as well as his fondness for the Lilium's illegitimate daughter. Perhaps one day, they could invite Colibri over for a nice supper consisting of roasted moles. Her maw parted to make way for words when the child's gender analysis reached her receivers. Almost instantly, she clamped it back shut. Her goal was to avoid the topic altogether, feeling quite uncomfortable discussing said "things" located between a person's legs. Emwe understood the basics, that these so-called things could help him differentiate males from females; no other information was needed. Did he know that Colibri was related to him? It was on the tip of her tongue to ask, but she refrained from doing so. If the blue-eyed girl hadn't told him herself, there was a reason why. "A moo?" She did not immediately understand what the boy meant, not until he elaborated futher by explaining how weird and rude the "moo" had been. "Oh, a cow? I don't think cows can speak, honey." Or if they could, it certainly wasn't in any language a wolf could understand. "I'm proud of you for being polite though!" she finally added, congratulating the boy on his good manners.
Evidently, questions of the sort left room for elaborate answers. It would've been completely unlike Emwe not to seize such an opportunity, especially if gave him the chance to relay stories he'd pieced together based on his so-called adventures. He'd picked up the ability to dramatize things during his stay in Phoenix Valley, she assumed. Most specifically from his alleged kidnapper, also known as Uncle Ly. Although this resemblance bothered her some, she made no mention of it. It was always amusing to hear him share personal experiences. The way he formulated thoughts and ideas was also entertaining. Alexey took no offence when little Emwe revealed how he'd nearly starved to death, fully aware that she did a good job providing food for him and Conor. It was possible that he'd been really hungry at the time, as was the case often, but it most certainly had not been comparable to starvation!
Lexey made a note of his newfound appreciation for moles, as well as his fondness for the Lilium's illegitimate daughter. Perhaps one day, they could invite Colibri over for a nice supper consisting of roasted moles. Her maw parted to make way for words when the child's gender analysis reached her receivers. Almost instantly, she clamped it back shut. Her goal was to avoid the topic altogether, feeling quite uncomfortable discussing said "things" located between a person's legs. Emwe understood the basics, that these so-called things could help him differentiate males from females; no other information was needed. Did he know that Colibri was related to him? It was on the tip of her tongue to ask, but she refrained from doing so. If the blue-eyed girl hadn't told him herself, there was a reason why. "A moo?" She did not immediately understand what the boy meant, not until he elaborated futher by explaining how weird and rude the "moo" had been. "Oh, a cow? I don't think cows can speak, honey." Or if they could, it certainly wasn't in any language a wolf could understand. "I'm proud of you for being polite though!" she finally added, congratulating the boy on his good manners.