Mios looked forward to these excursions at his father’s side. They served as a brief respite from life at home, which lately felt so turbulent, and in Belfast he found a safe harbor to lower his sails. The unwelcome nervousness he felt within the walls of Tiamat manse gradually, like a shattered carapace, fell away until there was almost a pep in his step, clumsy paws scuffing the ground with each motion. There was no need to be guarded here, not with Da.
Mios glanced up at Belfast with unparalleled excitement at the prospect of adding new shells to his collection. “Really?” It was the only solution they’d found to keep him from adopting more ‘pets’ (though there were still a few they hadn’t found yet). He got to admire the array of colorful shells and arrange them however he pleased in his and Miread’s room. “Do you think—“ Mios paused, a deeply concentrated look befalling his pudgy features. He had to concentrate on certain words to say them correctly, though hints of his lisp still appeared despite his best efforts. “—she’ll have the green and red ones?” Auntie Sif, hoping to distract him, kept him occupied with picture books, and he’d become fascinated by the beetle varieties that the Mainlands simply didn’t offer.
He considered his da’s following question with no less intensity. He didn’t have many wants—but he did know what he did not want, and that was enough to jumpstart the ideas. “Caaan weee go feed the—squirrels after? I think they’re getting thin.” They weren’t. “And then! Can we—skate on the river top? And go to the book place?” Mios didn’t mind if the answers were all no. Just so long as they could stay out a while.
Just so long as they didn’t have to go back home yet.
code: elyon | art: ashon