Fa'liya didn't seem to be as keen on the idea of playing as he did. That was alright. Only a little disappointed, Nen'tah plodded out toward the bank and shook out his fur. He tried to measure the distance between them so she wouldn't get sprayed.

Finished, the child could feel her watchful eyes like cold fire piercing through the layers of fur and skin, but he chose to ignore it as he abruptly sat down next to her at the water's edge. The whites of his eyes became visible as he lifted his gaze up toward her without moving his head, staring awkwardly back at the woman from the corner of his vision as if worried she might be offended by his direct attention.

S'fine, he said at last. Was playing, but takes two.

Nen'tah cleared his throat.

... What do you do? he asked. For play. Learn what Fa'liya does.