Quiet, warm approval followed each of Solis' offered thoughts. The whisper came, wordless, that he would have to grow before he did too much; but encouragement flowed at the idea of infecting lessers, of spreading Mother to other caves.

Either one would do: that message was clear enough. Or he could follow Pallas; her favored son could teach him what she knew.

"You are a good child," was all the soft voice said.

@Solis

Solis's purrs halted slowly as he leaned to the side. He could do a lot of things. Even if he wanted to them all, Mother was right- he had to grow.

He could learn things from Pallas. Apply them elsewhere. Branch out and hide Mother, keep them safe with other nodes of her in tucked away, forgotten corners.

He would be a good child. He had the childish youth of those his age, and a quivering anticipation to do right for his parent. Abruptly pulling up to his feet, Solis murred out an excited pleasure in his thoughts at the idea of growing with his family while he stepped out to work with Pallas on the cover he was maintaining.

It wasn't hard for him to learn through their connected weave, and though Pallas had a particular emptiness to his mind, Solis's own was filled to the brim of tricks the linsang had learned over a year of his existence.

His claws curled on the leaved tent. A smile followed him all the while as he worked, applying what was funneled to him just moments before. His clumsiness was gone- he was at no unease about his ability.

He would make her proud. He'd busy himself the rest of the day, following out Mother's urge to grow into a good little cat for her despite how much he wanted to be so active.

;exit Solis