Thread:Prince Starsplitter of the Nightwings/@comment-35137341-20181231201531/@comment-35989680-20190103004827

Mind squinted at the child, scrutinizing her movements.

Euphemism was determined on moving with her feet. It would be much more efficient than scooting on the floor, no matter how funny the squeaks were. She raised one foot unsteadily, but didn't compensate for the loss in support, and tumbled down in the direction of her lifted leg. She blinked up at her parents sadly. She knew that she'd done it wrong.