08-09-2018, 04:26 PM
"speech"
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[color=#5B81AE]"Butterflies," answered Junior as he neared the two younger children, baby blues flicking over the small form of Keona and her two little companions. Though not much of an animal guy, there had been a fair amount of butterflies back home, mostly orange ones- monarchs, he was pretty sure they were called. A mighty name for a not-so-mighty insect, he could recall thinking, for butterflies were so fragile, so easily crushed. Whatever, though; as long as he never met the scientist who had come up with the stupid idea to name a species of butterfly such a thing, he decided it wasn't a very big deal. Besides, the winged creatures perched upon Keona didn't look to be the kind from back home. "No idea what kind, though," he went on, not that it mattered. What he was most concerned about at the moment was why Keona was just gonna lay there and let them sit on her. "You just gonna sit there, kid?" It was certainly an odd sight to see, but not really a problem, he guessed."speech"