“Hi Wes... Wess-sicks.” Az chimes the best they can, still in that bit of awe that comes with spying someone else made, similarly to themselves. But then they sense someone else as well, another presence that seems to call like to like, their head turning this way and that until their eyes land on Osozo. They don’t listen to what Wessex has to say, much of it going over their head, too distracted by everything this little family meeting has to offer.
So they go to stand, only at the time that Bastien picks them up. “Okay, papa.” They agree, perhaps a bit sadly, wanting to go say hello to more people within the room. Their gaze flickers to Osozo again, lingering briefly before looking to everyone else. Their eyes catch Letha and the smile that’s granted their way, a shy wave given to the woman before they bury their face into Bastien’s shoulder, closing their eyes and listening.
So they go to stand, only at the time that Bastien picks them up. “Okay, papa.” They agree, perhaps a bit sadly, wanting to go say hello to more people within the room. Their gaze flickers to Osozo again, lingering briefly before looking to everyone else. Their eyes catch Letha and the smile that’s granted their way, a shy wave given to the woman before they bury their face into Bastien’s shoulder, closing their eyes and listening.
progress, not perfection
Azrael
