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[h1]𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓵[/h1][/color][/center]

A moments reflection with a tip of his head.  He caught something off, and the pieces came together.

[color=lightgreen]"This one is Mirithal."[/color]  He repeated in a parroting fashion, correcting her.  Again he did it more for himself really.

[color=lightgreen]"This- me- I thank you.  Tea.  Tania will not mind.  She is kind."[/color]  He let her lead the way following close behind.  [color=lightgreen]"It is strange.  It is only here I get smiles.  Why is soft barks nice here?"[/color] He was never called pretty before.  Even Stephanie, and Aroa, and Asri, and Vilikas, and Master R.  They all seemed, glad Mirithal was here. It was an odd sensation, that he liked. He asked looking down at the child.  [color=lightgreen]"Maybe safe place.  But halls so dark and bleak.  Need color."[/color] 

A hand suddenly went on her shoulder, it was not hard, not even a little. it was like being seized by a twig as you pass through the forest on a piece of cloth save it was her shoulder and he remained motionless.

[color=lightgreen]"You are Tania.  You are tricky.  Make things that aren't there.  You called me treeman before the first time you met me too.  Gave yourself away."[/color]  Little seeds seemed to flake off his neck and shoulders, a display of glee and excitement.  [color=lightgreen]"Catch you Tania.  You went easy on Miri- me.  Was fun.  Very fun.  Play again.  But hungry.  Afterwards, show me tricks, show you tricks."[/color]  he offered.