LICHY TRIGGER FINGER ☆ "spanish practice"

[roan ;]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — It wasn't really a secret to anyone that Roxanne liked Spanish. Roan's mother loved the language dearly ever since she had heard and been taught it, and that love had been passed down to Roan, if only because it was one of the three languages he was gradually coming to learn more and more of. What Roan did know of Spanish was somewhat mangled, considering the 4 month old had a relatively short attention span, as was typical of kits his age. However, he always loved flaunting what he did know and remember of what his mother had taught him, and he also loved practicing it. After all, if he practiced enough, he could talk to mama in Spanish, and make her smile because she could hear beautiful words coming out of her little baby's mouth! Just the thought was enough to make him bounce with excitement, and as he left the house that morning as usual, he decided that it was going to be a practice day. He bid his mother goodbye and gave her a great big smile, before he darted off to find animals to talk to.

Needless to say, when a child randomly wandered up to someone and started speaking a foreign language to them, most people awkwardly walked away, or just weren't sure how to react in general. So, Roan had taken to practicing Spanish by talking to feral or prey animals, since they never gave him weird looks when he tried talking to them, or brushed him off unkindly. His first target today was a blue jay, the bird sitting up in a tree high above him. Grinning broadly, the child climbed up onto a nearby stump before he spoke, mewing loudly at the poor confused bird, "¡Hola, pajarito! ¡Tus plumas son muy bonitas! ¿Crees que mis colores son bonitos? (Hello, little birdie! Your feathers are very pretty! Do you think my colors are pretty?)" The child was happily meowing away, and the jay just blinked slowly at him, cocking its head to one side before chirping and flying off. Smiling, the boy took this as a success and went rushing off, enthusiastically moving from animal to animal as he blabbed various phrases and words in Spanish. For what it was worth, he was actually getting pretty good. That did not, however, make it any less strange.

After a while, Roan had come across one particular conversation partner that he found very interesting. It was a beaver, sitting down near the shore and searching for bits of wood that were floating down. Roan had been talking at the creature for several minutes now, and had even received a few – unintentional – nods in response, so he felt very pleased with himself. After a few minutes, the kit's eyes grew nearly comically wide, a grin coming over his face at his new idea. Stumbling forward, the child spoke enthusiastically as he pulled eagerly at the beaver's tail, "¡Oh, señor castor! ¡Tienes que venir conmigo ahora mismo! Eres tan amable y bueno escuchando, ¡puedes ser mi mascota! ¡Mamá te amará! (Oh, mister beaver! You have to come with me right now! You're so nice and good at listening, you can be my pet! Mama will love you!)" The beaver itself was, rightfully, very startled and confused by this, and began to let out little yelps and chitters as the child pulled at its tail, seemingly very determined to bring the creature home. Anybody who passed by the scene would be... well, rather out of the loop, to say the least. That was, of course, if they didn't speak Spanish themselves.