Nov 17 2017, 07:59 PM
@Xerxes
Within hours he had gotten the hang of feet, and was parading away from the shards of corundum within which he'd been assembled. Mori didn't stray too far from his father's side - the pale creature of fur and feather was of utmost importance to the newborn - but he felt compelled to practice all the same. At first his hips had wobbled, and he'd fallen to one side or the other more times than he could count. His feet were big though. Big for a child, big for his species - he was likely going to grow up to be even bigger too. But Mori wasn't aware of these things; he was fully focused upon the ground, looking at the strange formations of the dirt and the stone, and studying the footprints that lay undisturbed all around him. From time to time he'd balance precariously on one foot or the other, and try to place one raised foot upon a shape - seeking sameness, or something. A childish game to see if his shape fit anything he'd found.
Nothing would, of course. For now the game was entertaining enough.
Nothing would, of course. For now the game was entertaining enough.